“That’s exactly what I told him,” Ivan muttered, then looked at me with eyes filled with guilt. “But what if… what if he pushes it legally? What if he tries to fight for custody? Emily would break.”I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Look, if he tries that, he’s got nothing. No involv
"Mr. Blythe." I greeted."Hello, Mr. Volkov.""Please, call me Mihail. Let's get this started, shall we? We have a lot of work to do.""Yes, of course."We spent hours in that room. We had a few breaks, and lunch was served. By the end of the meeting, we were all exhausted, and I was ready to leave.
M I K H A I LI started down at the absolute love of my life as she buttoned up the last buttons of my shirt."Are you okay?" She asked, and I nodded, my eyes never leaving her face.She looked beautiful. Her wavy hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves, her blue eyes were bright, her skin was gl
"This isn't over. I will speak with Emily, whether you like it or not.""I'm pretty sure she's already made it clear she doesn't want to speak with you.""Well, she will." Tristan said. "She can't hide away for too long. She can't hide my child from me for too long. I don't care if things get messy,
E M I L YTristan Donovan. The man who, years ago, broke my heart, left me and our daughter, and went on with his life as if nothing had happened."Tristan," I muttered, barely audible.How? How could he be here? Why was he here? I couldn't believe my eyes. What was he doing here? I hadn't seen him
Because he is her dad. In every way that matters.Sometimes, I still catch myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this dream to crack wide open and swallow me whole. Trauma does that to you. Makes you question good things. Makes you feel like maybe you’re not allowed to have them. But then I