[Caden]Axel beams like it’s Christmas morning. His little hand wraps around Benjamin’s again, and they both nod enthusiastically like I just handed them a treasure map and told them we’re off to find gold.I smile. At least, I think I do. At least enough for them to believe everything’s okay.But nothing is okay. Not even close.As I usher them toward the car, I can feel her eyes on me—Vivienne. The silence behind me weighs heavier than the truth I just unearthed. And that’s saying something.Because the truth?The truth is like a blade in the center of my chest, twisting slowly every time Axel looks at me like I’m a stranger.Because I am. I am a stranger.To my own damn son.He’s mine. I don’t need a test, I don’t need confirmation—I can feel it in my bones, in my gut, in the way his laugh dug itself under my skin the moment I heard it. That little boy is mine. And she didn’t tell me. Not when she had the chance. Not when it would’ve mattered.Why? Why would she do this to me? Why
[Vivienne]Was I ever planning to tell him the truth?Well, I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not?I mean, how does it matter anyway? He never wanted the kid in the first place—he made sure to tell me that much.Not once, but twice, he asked me to get rid of my pregnancy. So why, oh why, in any reality of this world, would he be interested in that kid again?To be honest? I don’t understand his anger at all. What is he so upset about? That I hid the truth from him about our child? Well, newsflash, Mr. Lawrence: if it were left to you, Axel wouldn’t have made it into the world in the first place—let alone for you to be mad about it.But I don’t tell him that. Not because I’m somehow afraid of him, but because the kids are here, and there’s no way I’m going to involve them in this mess. Sure, they’re inevitably part of this anyway, but for as long as I can shield them from the truth—or at least the harshness of it—I will do so with everything I have.So what do I do?I look back at Caden, then
[Caden]Vivienne looks at me like I haven’t just told the truth—but slapped her across the face with it.Her eyes widen, her jaw drops slightly open. And then, just like that, the fire returns.“That’s not what I meant,” she snaps, eyes like daggers locked on mine. “I just don’t want to go to your home. That’s all. And before you ask why, let me tell you—I have my reasons. I hate that place you call home. I hate you. And I’d hate myself too if I ever stepped foot in that house again.”Somehow, while she spits out every word, my eyes fix on her mouth.She’s furious, clearly. But so am I.So the question is—who’s going to break first?“Fine,” I mutter, mostly because something clicks in my head that should’ve clicked years ago. Not that I’m about to let her know that. She already said she hates me—the last thing I need is her storming off before I even get the truth I came here for. “But we’re not going to your place either.”She crosses her arms. “Well then, I guess we’re stuck now.”S
[Vivienne]Due to the heavy traffic, the two-hour drive turns into four.By the time we make it to my grandparents’ estate, the sky has already partly darkened.I’m waiting for Caden to pass a comment any moment now.But as he pulls the car into the driveway and gets out to open the doors for the boys, nothing comes out of his mouth.I don’t know what to think, or say, or how to act.This is the first time I’ve brought him not just to any place, but to what I consider my true safe place.This is where I spent my days and nights during and after my pregnancy. This is the place I hid from the world, raising my kid alone.And now he’s here.I swallow hard.I glance toward him. He’s crouched down, helping Benjamin out of the car with a gentleness that knocks something loose in my chest.This isn’t fair.He doesn’t get to look like that—soft and careful—as if he hasn’t shown me the worst side of himself. As if he hasn’t been cruel and thoughtless and so arrogant in the past. As if he didn’
[Caden]For a minute, a long silence follows after what Vivienne just said.And I don’t blame either one of us for it.How can I, when no matter how many times I try to wrap my head around what she just told me, I still fail to do so?How am I supposed to believe that someone wanted my child gone? And who was that woman? What was she trying to achieve with that accident? Was getting my unborn child killed the only thing she was after, or was there something else in the picture? And once again, who the hell was that woman, anyway?I’ll be honest with you. This all feels like a convenient story my ex-wife cooked up just to get me off her back. It very well sounds like one. Too bizarre. Too unpredictable. Too… impossible.But the way she’s looking at me—so tense, so worried, and damn frustrated—something stops me from calling her out on the lie.Because what if she’s telling the truth? What if everything she just said actually happened? There was an accident—that I know for sure. And the
Obviously, I don’t know what to say, but I can’t say it doesn’t make me furious to think about the kind of man she’s pegged me for all this time.That’s what I get for not being honest from the very beginning.I get it—all the accusations. The distrust. The disappointment.And it’s a bitter pill to swallow. I get it. I swear I do.But that doesn’t mean I’ll let her talk down to me like this, thinking of me as someone I’ve never been.“You know,” I say after a while, inhaling a deep breath and taking a few slow steps in her direction, “you and I—we’re no different from each other.”“You’ve lost your mind,” she scoffs, not even letting me finish. “If you think you and I are even in the same category. I’ve done nothing wrong in my life.”“And neither did I. I never cheated on you, or slept with Sasha or whatever woman you accuse me of being with. Yes, I might have accidentally kissed her once or twice, but let me tell you—it was what it was. An accident. I didn’t do it on purpose. I was…
[Vivienne]“Anyway, it’s late now,” I finally say, after a long, awkward silence between us. “You should rest. We can continue this talk tomorrow.”“Or maybe we should keep talking,” he suggests instead, brows deeply furrowed, as if he’s in one of his bad moods but doesn’t want me to think he is.“You must be tired. The drive was long.”“I’m not.”“Well, I am,” I say, not sure how else to push this conversation to the morning. Because God knows, I can’t think straight anymore. My heart is beating too fast. My head is swaying too loud. And my skin… my skin is practically on fire.It’s been a long, long time since someone put me in such a daze with merely a touch. And the only person to do that—even back then—surprisingly, turns out to be Caden himself.That’s why I know I can’t be any closer to him. That’s why I know this conversation needs to end. And I need to lock myself in my room before I do something stupid…“You don’t look tired,” he says instead, watching me with that scrutiniz
[Caden]The next morning, when I wake up, my body feels like hell.Not because I’m sore from the sex marathon last night, but because—even after fucking Vivienne all night—I still crave her so damn hard.Shit. If only I had known how much I was really missing all these years, honest to God, I would’ve never let her go. And truth be told, I can’t even remember why I did in the first place. Maybe the time and distance blurred everything that mattered back then. Or maybe... I just can’t justify my reasons anymore—not now that I know what I’ve lost. Not now that I know nothing could ever come close to what I feel when she’s near me.I turn to my side, reaching for her, only to find her side of the bed cold.Damn it. When did she leave? Is she regretting last night?I’m not. But I wouldn’t be surprised if she is.After all, it wasn’t something either of us planned. All I know is that when I left that office and went to the guest room, I couldn’t think of anything but her lips on mine, my h
[Vivienne]Kind of.That’s what he said. That’s what he wants me to believe.I mean, really?What kind of answer is that even? Is that a yes, or a no, or a maybe?I shake my head. Not that I got the chance to ask him anything further.The kids started getting rowdy outside, and we realized it was time to head back home.We both needed time to process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours anyway.So, while Caden drove home with Benjamin, I took the estate car—mine, always parked and ready—and drove home with Axel.While during most of the ride, Axel remained animatic, talking on and on about Benjamin and what they planned to do on this so-called vacation Caden suggested without ever discussing with me, during the rest, he slept peacefully.By the time we made it home, he was still asleep.But that’s not what turns the smile off my face.It’s the man standing in my driveway.I get out of the car and smile at Xander. “Hey! How long have you been here?”“Not very long,” he say
[Caden]This time, I don’t know what to say.I mean, what can I say, really?Sure, I did talk to Ben about Axel’s sight being normal, but I also made him promise not to say anything.Then again, what can you really expect from a five-year-old? To keep a promise he’s obviously way too excited to keep in. I should have known this was bound to happen. Today or tomorrow, he was going to slip, and the promise he made to me would be long forgotten.Shit. This is not how I imagined this conversation going.Yes, I wanted to get Axel checked out by my doctor in Japan, but I didn’t want to give any false hope either. It was after years of treatment that I was able to handle and sometimes control my vision disappearing on me. It took lots of tests and scans and experiments for things to finally work. I would never go ahead of myself and say it would be easier for my son this time, considering I’ve already gone through the worst. But as my doctor likes to say, every body is different from the oth
[Caden]“Daddy! Daddy! Why can’t we stay here one more day? It’s so cool around here. So many places to run and play!”Benjamin hops around me, trying to convince me in his cute little voice to do something that feels kind of impossible. I mean, I’d love to stay—don’t get me wrong. After what happened last night, I understand this might be my only chance to make things right between Vivienne and me. Maybe everything happened for the best. Maybe this is why destiny brought us back together, giving us this one shot to fix what we broke.Sure, Vivienne might not actually believe in my so-called theory, but I know in my heart I’m right. I just know it. I can feel it in my gut.Besides, knowing my son is alive and kicking, I can’t think of a single excuse to part with him. I want us to spend as much time together as possible. I want to take him home with me and show the world that my son—my blood—didn’t die in that accident. In fact, he’s very much alive. And even though I’ve only known fo
[Vivienne]Something is up with me.Because God knows, no matter how many times—or how hard—I try to understand what’s coming out of Caden’s mouth, I just can’t.It all sounds ridiculous at first. And second. And third.But deep down, even I know there’s some truth to what he’s saying.Not because I believe what he just confessed, but because knowing my son, and knowing how serious and unpredictable his condition is, I know at least one of these two isn’t lying.For me, it’s Axel, of course.I shake my head, trying to process too much information at the same time I’m trying to pretend nothing sexual happened between the two of us last night.Good Lord, I wanted to kill myself the moment I realized what happened the second he stepped into my room.Well, ultimate chaos happened. That’s what happened.But thankfully, we are not talking about THAT, are we?“You can’t be—how can you—why am I? Are you seriously—no! You know what? Why should I believe you? You could be lying through your fuc
I don’t want to get ahead of myself and give false hope to anyone. So I just smile and pinch his cheeks. “We’ll see. But for now, this will be our secret. Okay? You can’t tell anything to Axel. Not if you want him to get better.”Benjamin doesn’t need any more encouragement. He simply grins and makes a promise not to say a word.Once that’s settled, we head to where Vivienne and Axel are still sitting.When we reach them, I lean down and tip my head to the side. “Good morning, bud. How are you doing today?”Axel turns his head slightly toward the sound of my voice, his small hands still gently brushing over the grass. “Morning,” he says with a shy smile. “I’m good. Benjamin was telling me about some cool game… he made it sound really fun.”“I bet it is,” I say, crouching down so I’m level with him. “You know, if you ever want, I could maybe help set up a way for you to try it out.”Axel’s brows lift a little, curious. “Even if I can’t see?”“Even then,” I nod. “There’s always a way.”
[Caden]The next morning, when I wake up, my body feels like hell.Not because I’m sore from the sex marathon last night, but because—even after fucking Vivienne all night—I still crave her so damn hard.Shit. If only I had known how much I was really missing all these years, honest to God, I would’ve never let her go. And truth be told, I can’t even remember why I did in the first place. Maybe the time and distance blurred everything that mattered back then. Or maybe... I just can’t justify my reasons anymore—not now that I know what I’ve lost. Not now that I know nothing could ever come close to what I feel when she’s near me.I turn to my side, reaching for her, only to find her side of the bed cold.Damn it. When did she leave? Is she regretting last night?I’m not. But I wouldn’t be surprised if she is.After all, it wasn’t something either of us planned. All I know is that when I left that office and went to the guest room, I couldn’t think of anything but her lips on mine, my h
[Vivienne]“Anyway, it’s late now,” I finally say, after a long, awkward silence between us. “You should rest. We can continue this talk tomorrow.”“Or maybe we should keep talking,” he suggests instead, brows deeply furrowed, as if he’s in one of his bad moods but doesn’t want me to think he is.“You must be tired. The drive was long.”“I’m not.”“Well, I am,” I say, not sure how else to push this conversation to the morning. Because God knows, I can’t think straight anymore. My heart is beating too fast. My head is swaying too loud. And my skin… my skin is practically on fire.It’s been a long, long time since someone put me in such a daze with merely a touch. And the only person to do that—even back then—surprisingly, turns out to be Caden himself.That’s why I know I can’t be any closer to him. That’s why I know this conversation needs to end. And I need to lock myself in my room before I do something stupid…“You don’t look tired,” he says instead, watching me with that scrutiniz
Obviously, I don’t know what to say, but I can’t say it doesn’t make me furious to think about the kind of man she’s pegged me for all this time.That’s what I get for not being honest from the very beginning.I get it—all the accusations. The distrust. The disappointment.And it’s a bitter pill to swallow. I get it. I swear I do.But that doesn’t mean I’ll let her talk down to me like this, thinking of me as someone I’ve never been.“You know,” I say after a while, inhaling a deep breath and taking a few slow steps in her direction, “you and I—we’re no different from each other.”“You’ve lost your mind,” she scoffs, not even letting me finish. “If you think you and I are even in the same category. I’ve done nothing wrong in my life.”“And neither did I. I never cheated on you, or slept with Sasha or whatever woman you accuse me of being with. Yes, I might have accidentally kissed her once or twice, but let me tell you—it was what it was. An accident. I didn’t do it on purpose. I was…
[Caden]For a minute, a long silence follows after what Vivienne just said.And I don’t blame either one of us for it.How can I, when no matter how many times I try to wrap my head around what she just told me, I still fail to do so?How am I supposed to believe that someone wanted my child gone? And who was that woman? What was she trying to achieve with that accident? Was getting my unborn child killed the only thing she was after, or was there something else in the picture? And once again, who the hell was that woman, anyway?I’ll be honest with you. This all feels like a convenient story my ex-wife cooked up just to get me off her back. It very well sounds like one. Too bizarre. Too unpredictable. Too… impossible.But the way she’s looking at me—so tense, so worried, and damn frustrated—something stops me from calling her out on the lie.Because what if she’s telling the truth? What if everything she just said actually happened? There was an accident—that I know for sure. And the