NORA'S POV
Her question hung in the air. Where was I going to go?
Genevieve stood by the window, her back to me. She turned around with a soft smile. “What’s the plan, Nora?”
I sighed. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about what I used to love before... before Sam, before this life. Remember how I used to paint?”
Her eyes lit up. “Of course! You doodled everywhere, even on my notebooks!” She laughed, and we both smiled at the memory. "Don’t tell me you’ve started painting again?"
I nodded. “Yeah. It’s been keeping me sane. Actually, I applied to an art company abroad.”
Genevieve’s eyes widened. “Nora! That’s amazing! Where? When?”
“Paris. I got the offer a few weeks ago,” I said quietly.
Gen hugged me happily shouting for glee that I couldn’t help but laugh too.
“You’re going to crush me Gen”, I shouted, laughing hard, forgetting I had been sad few minutes ago.
“Paris! Tell me everything.”
Just as I was about to respond, a wave of dizziness hit me. The room spun, and I clutched the edge of the bed.
“Nora? What’s wrong?” Genevieve’s voice was full of concern.
“I don’t know... I’ve just been feeling off,” I admitted, rubbing my temple.
“You’ve been pale for days. Let’s go see my family’s doctor. He’ll know what to do,” she insisted.
“Your family’s doctor?” I frowned. Sam had never once mentioned taking me to see him. In fact, I always went to public hospitals like everyone else. Sam never thought I should be part of that world, I realized bitterly.
We arrived at the clinic, and Genevieve insisted she was going to wait outside. “Look, I already called him, he knows you're coming. You’ll get better answers if you go in alone.”
I stepped into the consultation room, feeling a knot of tension in my stomach. The nurse told me to feel comfortable that the doctor would soon be with me. I was expecting an elderly man but when the door opened, my breath caught in my throat.
It was Daniel.
My high school crush. My stomach fluttered. I hadn’t seen him in years. He looked different—better, somehow. His dark hair was longer, brushing the collar of his white coat, and his deep brown eyes, the same ones I used to dream about in high school, were warm and kind. He was taller, broader, with a confidence that made him seem both commanding and approachable. His sharp jawline and the way his lips curled into a soft smile stirred something deep inside me. He was effortlessly handsome, the kind of man who could make you feel seen just by looking at you.
“Nora?” His voice was soft, rich, and filled with surprise. “Wow, it’s been a long time.”
I managed a nervous smile. “Daniel... I didn’t know you were the Bennetts’ family doctor.”
He chuckled, a low, comforting sound that made my stomach flutter. “Yeah, small world, huh? It's really nice to see you again.”
He paused and stammered. “You look…you look even more beautiful than ever”, he said, his voice tight. I smiled softly but said nothing.
He then drew a chair and sat on it, moving close to me. “Let’s…uh…let's see what’s going on.”
He was so close to me that if I wanted to reach out and touch his hair, I could have.
“So,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locked on mine, “tell me what’s been happening.”
Distracted by his beautiful eyes, I stuttered as I explained how I’d been feeling dizzy, and he listened intently, nodding, his gaze never wavering from mine. There was something calming about the way he focused on me, like nothing else in the world mattered in that moment.
After a few more questions, Daniel’s expression turned serious. “Nora, when was your last period?”
I blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not sure... I’ve been so stressed I didn’t notice.”
He paused, his brows furrowing slightly. “I think we should run a pregnancy test. Just to rule it out.”
Pregnancy.
The word hit me like a tidal wave. Could I really be pregnant? Now, of all times? I nodded, too shocked to speak. I watched mechanically as Daniel drew my blood into a vial.
He left the room to run the test, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. What would I do if I was pregnant? Could I handle it? And Sam—how would he react? Did I even want him to know?
When Daniel returned, his expression was soft, but serious. He sat down next to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him.
“Nora... the test came back positive.”
I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. I was pregnant. My chest tightened as a mix of emotions flooded through me—fear, confusion, disbelief.
Daniel reached out and gently touched my arm, his thumb brushing my skin in a way that sent a shiver through me. His touch was tender, grounding. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said softly. “But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, whatever you need. I'll prescribe some drugs for you…”
We conversed for a while after that like old friends.
“So,” Daniel said after a pause, a small smile playing on his lips, “Paris, huh?”
I nodded, my heart still pounding. “Yeah. I need to focus on my career. I’m not ready for... anything else.”
His smile didn’t fade. “That’s okay. I get it. Actually, I’m going to Paris too. I’ve been accepted into a medical fellowship there.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, you’re going to Paris?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Looks like we might be seeing a lot of each other.”
Something in my chest fluttered at the thought, but I quickly pushed it down. This wasn’t the time to get swept up in feelings. Not with everything going on.
Just as I was starting to relax, something clicked in my mind, and my heart sank.
Daniel was Sam’s family doctor.
My eyes widened in panic, and I grabbed his arm. “Daniel… Can Sam not know about this?”
I didn’t want Sam involved. Not now, not ever. He couldn’t be part of this new chapter in my life. I needed to protect my baby, protect myself. I couldn’t let him know. I didn't need the complication a baby would bring. We were divorced and I need it to stay that way. I was done with Sam.
Before Daniel could respond, my phone rang. The name on the screen made my heart stop.
It was Sam.
SAM’S POVI stared at the divorce papers in front of me, the black ink practically screaming off the page. Final Decree of Divorce. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Lily stood by my desk, shifting her weight nervously as if she didn’t want to be the one delivering the news.“Mr. Bennett,” she said gently. “Your wife... um, Ms. Bennett, had these sent over this morning.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a nod. “Thanks, Lily.”She hovered by the door, uncertain, like she wanted to say more.“If there’s anything I can—”“There’s nothing,” I cut her off, harsher than I intended. Lily flinched, and I immediately regretted it.She gave me a tight smile. “Understood. Just let me know if you need anything.”I nodded again, already tuning her out. Once she left the room, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, shaky breath. The papers were still there—staring back at me, cold and final. This is what she wanted, I reminded myself. She had made up her mind
NORA'S POVThe moment I ended the call with Sam, I stood frozen in the middle of the consultation room, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I could still hear the confusion in his voice, the way it cracked slightly when he asked who was with me. He wasn’t angry—just... desperate. And I hung up on him. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the erratic beating of my heart. Sam always knew how to throw me off balance. Even now, divorced and with my life in pieces, he still managed to stir something in me—something I wasn’t ready to face.I quickly said goodbye to Daniel and left.The house felt suffocating the moment I walked in, as if the walls knew the weight of the things left unsaid between Sam and me. I dropped my bag on the table and glanced around. It was quiet—too quiet. Then I heard footsteps in the kitchen.He was home.Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the kitchen.Sam was leaning over the counter, scrolling through his phone, his sleeves rolled up and his jaw
SAM'S POV The second Nora vanished upstairs, I rounded on Isabella, my patience hanging by a thread. “What the hell is wrong with you Izzy?” I growled, keeping my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension.Isabella’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, Sam, relax. You really should have told her the truth. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble.”The muscles in my jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game, Isabella.” She arched a brow, entirely unbothered by my frustration. “You think I don’t know that? If anyone’s playing games, it’s you, Sam.”I stepped closer, my voice low and dangerous. “I swear, Isabella, if you keep pushing—” Her smile widened, smug and taunting. “You’ll what? Go ahead, Sam. But we both know you won’t. Not after everything we agreed on. Not after what I did for you!”The mention of our deal made the blood in my veins boil, but I knew better than to lash out. Not here. Not with her. I exhaled sharply, turning on my heel before I did something I’d reg
NORA'S POV When the car pulled up outside Genevieve’s loft, relief washed over me. Her place wasn’t just a physical escape—it was a bubble of freedom, far away from the heavy, complicated world of the Bennetts. The doorman opened the door for me with a warm smile. “Welcome, Ms. Nora. Miss Genevieve’s expecting you.” I gave him a tight smile and grabbed my suitcase, feeling the tension ease just a bit as I stepped inside the building. The elevator doors opened to reveal Genevieve leaning casually against the doorframe of her loft, wearing a bright yellow crop top, high-waisted jeans, and her signature red lipstick. Her wild, fiery curls framed her face like a halo. “There you are!” she grinned, throwing open her arms. I managed a small laugh as she pulled me into a tight hug, her floral perfume wrapping around me like a blanket of warmth. “You’re safe now,” she whispered, squeezing me once before stepping back. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously. “Come in!” Genevieve’
SAM'S POV The night air was sharp and cold as I left Genevieve’s loft. My hands were stuffed deep in my pockets, my jaw tight with frustration. She had shut me out again, siding with Nora like always. I knew she was only trying to protect her, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow. Why did I sign those damned papers? I asked myself for the umpteenth time.By the time I got back to my apartment, the emptiness inside me had settled like a weight in my chest. I tossed my keys on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. The room was too quiet. Too still. I grabbed my phone, knowing it was a bad idea but doing it anyway. I opened Pictory and searched for my name. It didn’t take long for the video of my fight with Jacob to pop up. The headline read: Sam Bennett Loses His Cool—Family Feud or Lover’s Quarrel?Great. Just what I needed. I rolled my eyes, these bloggers would use any headlines for click bait. What did they know about what happened in the Ben
NORA'S POV Genevieve leaned in expectantly, her manicured nails drumming softly against the side of her champagne glass. “So?” she prompted, her voice low but eager. I opened my mouth, the words already forming at the back of my throat: I’m pregnant. But just as they reached the tip of my tongue, something tightened inside me. The weight of it, the reality—suddenly, it felt too big. Too terrifying. Not yet. Instead, I gave her a tight smile and shrugged, forcing a lighter tone. “I was just teasing you.”Gen twirled the stem of her glass between her fingers, her smile deepening. “Huh.” I could see it instantly—she didn’t believe me. Not fully. Genevieve knew me too well, could probably tell there was more I wasn’t saying. But to my relief, she played along. We made our way through the bustling streets of New York, the sharp autumn air nipping at our skin as we made our way to one of Gen’s dance classes.As we stepped inside, the warmth of the lobby hit us, along with the faint
SAM'S POV Daniel’s words still gnawed at the edges of my mind as I leaned back in my chair. Focus on your family.Just as my thoughts started spiraling out of control, and I was starting to think increasingly about calling Nora, my phone buzzed on the desk. Dad. I blew out a slow breath and answered. “Hey, Dad.” “Samuel,” came the steady, authoritative voice of William Bennett. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. “I’m in town. On my way to the office.” The familiar weight of expectation settled on my shoulders, but I didn’t let it show. “Everything alright?” I asked, already knowing the answer. My father never just stopped by. “We’ll discuss it when I get there,” he replied shortly. “See you in twenty.” And just like that, he hung up. William Bennett didn’t waste words, and small talk was beneath him. He saw conversations the way he saw investments—efficient and to the point, with no room for excess. I loosened my tie, already bracing myself for w
NORA'S POV Isabella’s words hung in the air like a loaded gun. You shouldn’t be talking after what you did. A chill ran down my spine, and for a moment, I felt the ground shift beneath me. My breath hitched as dread coiled tightly in my chest. What did she mean by that? Could she know? I forced my features to remain neutral, but inside, panic surged. There were things—mistakes I had made—that no one was supposed to know about. I thought I’d buried them deep, locked them away where they couldn’t come back to haunt me. But now Isabella was looking at me with that same smug grin, like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse. No. She couldn’t know. I swallowed the lump in my throat and squared my shoulders. I couldn’t let her see the crack in my armor—not now, not ever. “What exactly do you think I did, Isabella?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, my voice light but edged with steel. Her smile deepened, but I saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She had been bluffing—fishing
NORA’S POVThe sun bathed the Bennett estate in a golden glow, filtering through the canopy of white roses and twinkling fairy lights. It was the perfect day, the kind of day that had once seemed impossible. But here we were. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace sleeve of my gown. It was nothing like the dress I had once imagined wearing for my first wedding to Sam. No, this was something entirely different—something that felt more like me. The gown hugged my frame, elegant and timeless. Soft ivory fabric cascaded down in delicate layers, embroidered with tiny pearls that shimmered when I moved. My hair, styled in loose waves, was pinned back with a single white rose, and a sheer veil trailed behind me like something out of a dream. But it was Sam’s face I longed to see the most. "Are you ready?" Genevieve appeared in the doorway, looking radiant in a soft emerald gown. Her usual sharpness was softened by the emotion in her eyes. I turned, feeling my he
NORA’S POVThe moment the plane touched down in New York, a flood of emotions surged through me. Relief. Exhaustion. Gratitude. I was alive. I was going home. Sam held my hand the entire drive from the airport, his grip firm yet tender, like he was afraid that if he let go, I’d disappear. My heart ached with anticipation; my mind consumed by a single thought—Zoe. I had spent weeks away from my daughter, missing the warmth of her tiny body against mine, the sweet scent of her skin, the sound of her giggles. The separation had been unbearable, and now, every second that kept me from holding her felt like
SAM’S POVThe fluorescent hospital lights hummed softly above me as I lay in the hospital bed, the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. I had never been afraid of pain—I had endured beatings, betrayals, and the weight of an entire empire on my shoulders. But this? This was different. Because this time, it wasn’t about me. It was about her. Nora. She lay in the bed
NORA’S POVThe beeping of machines was a constant rhythm, a reminder of the fragile line I was walking. The Parisian hospital room was bathed in soft golden light from the setting sun, but I felt cold. Not the kind of cold that came from the air conditioning or the evening breeze slipping through the cracks in the window—this was deeper, bone-deep, a chilling awareness that my body was failing me. Every breath felt like a borrowed one, shallow and effortful. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, heavier than it had ever been. My fingers tingled, my limbs felt distant, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. A part of me wondered if this was it—if I was already standing on the precipice between life and d
SAM'S POV The jet sliced through the cloud cover with the precision of a predator on a hunt, its hum a constant in the background as my thoughts drifted. Paris was just hours away, but I was already a prisoner of the distance—caught between two worlds, neither of which felt truly mine anymore.I had fought wars before, faced battles in boardrooms and beneath the weight of expectations. But none of those had ever felt so personal, so destructive. This fight had torn apart the very fabric of my family, shattered everything I had worked for, and left scars on my soul that would never fully heal. And the worst part? It had nearly cost me Nora—the one person I couldn’t afford to lose.
JACOB'S POVThe courtroom had emptied, but I remained frozen in my seat. The sound of the gavel still echoed in my ears. Life in prison. Isabella was gone.I watched as the guards led her away. She didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even look at me.She only turned once, just before disappearing through the doors, and for a fleeting moment, I saw it—regret. But it wasn’t for what she had done. It was for losing.I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. Was this how it was all supposed to
SAM'S POV The boardroom was suffocating, thick with tension and the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood. New York’s most powerful investors sat around the long mahogany table, their sharp eyes locked on me. Margot Moretti sat at the far end, composed as ever, but I could see the cracks beginning to show.For the past two hours, I had been fighting for control of what was left of my father’s empire. The Morettis had leveraged Aunt Marion’s shares and were dangerously close to tipping th
NORA'S POVThe hospital room was eerily silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the quiet hum of the machines keeping me tethered to this world. The walls were painted in soft, sterile white, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic. I had spent countless hours in this bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles, trying to ignore the way my body felt weaker with each passing day.But today was different. Today, the doctors would begin the experimental treatment—the last chance I had.Sam was pacing. He had been pacing for the last twenty minutes,
SAM'S POV The Paris clinic was quiet, almost unnervingly so. The soft hum of machines filled the room as Nora slept peacefully, her breathing steady but shallow. I sat in the corner of her room, the faint glow of my laptop illuminating the stack of documents Alaric had sent over that morning.Balancing the weight of the Bennett empire and being here for Nora felt impossible, but I had no choice.The reports from New York weren’t promising. Despite the rise in stock prices following Alaric’s press conference, the Morettis