(Ava)I tense more. He notices my frown. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice gentler now. “I’m here, Ava. Talk to me.”Like I can speak when his lips are on my neck, nibbling my ear lobe.I can’t tell him the truth—that I’m terrified of losing Lila again, that I’ve lived an entire future he hasn’t.Instead, I lean into my natural reaction to him. I try to close my thoughts off just for now and simply feel.I slide my arms around his neck. “Kiss me,” I manage, desperate to drown out my thoughts in the one thing that has always felt real between us.He doesn’t hesitate. His lips capture mine in a rush, fervent and insistent. His tongue brushing mine. But not hard. More gentle and inquiring than insistent.My fingers tangle in his hair, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the taste of him, the warmth, the sense of belonging that used to be the cornerstone of our marriage.Every breath is an intoxication of what we once had—of what could still be, if I manage to stop the betrayal that thr
(Ava)He presses his thumbs gently into the tender flesh at the crease of my thighs, keeping me open beneath his gaze.My pulse races so hard I’m sure he can hear every throb of my heart. It’s almost too intense, the way he looks at me—like there’s nothing else in the world he wants more than to watch my every reaction, to absorb each breath and tremor. He’s always been this way.“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, his warm breath skating across my skin. “Let me have everything you have.”My lungs lock for a heartbeat. Hide?If anything, I’m too exposed. The swirl of emotions—lust, lingering hurt, hope—crashes inside my head. I want him right now in ways I don’t fully understand anymore, ways that transcend the pain of the past.In hope that somehow, the sheer intensity of how we are together can save us from parting, ever. But I know that’s not true.He lowers his mouth again, his gaze never leaving mine.There’s a soft moan in my throat as his tongue glides over the most sensitiv
(Ava)I tumble over the edge of climax.A rush of pleasure shudders through every inch of my body. I cry out, my fingers digging into the sheets. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids. For a fleeting moment, there is only bliss—only him and me, together like we once were, hearts pounding in perfect unison.My body unwinds in a ripple of aftershocks, and I slump back against the pillows, half-dazed by the force of it all.Zach gently kisses the inside of my thigh, then lifts himself to my side, watching me with an intensity that stirs both warmth and a sliver of fear. How can he look at me with so much adoration if he’s destined to turn so cold one day? He swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. A satisfied smile on his face.He leans in, capturing my lips in a tender, lingering kiss. I taste myself on him, and something about that shared intimacy makes my breath catch. I curl into him, hoping to let that wave of closeness linger before reality seeps in—before I remember
(Zach)I cross the hallway, carefully balancing two steaming mugs of cocoa. The aroma is rich, laced with cinnamon—Ava’s favorite touch.I push open our bedroom door, which doubles as the nursery for now, expecting her to be pacing with Lila or humming a lullaby.Instead, I find her curled into the rocking armchair beneath the nightlight’s gentle glow—sound asleep. Lila’s tucked against her chest, equally out cold. The sight hits me in the gut, a slow bloom of warmth that reminds me why I keep choosing this life.Choosing her.They’re both wearing matching expressions of trust and contentment—tiny parted lips, eyelashes fanned along their cheeks. Ava’s hair spills over her shoulder, half covering Lila’s face in silky waves.My throat tightens at how much they resemble each other. People always say Lila is her mommy’s clone, and I see it more every day: the same determined set of the jaw, the same big, expressive eyes. Stubbornness, too—though Ava would argue that the stubborn gene c
(Ava)I hear voices before I’m even fully awake.Footsteps across the marble floor. Laughter and chattering. I know I’ve heard this before but exactly what’s happening eludes me.Then Zach’s deep voice calls, “Ava! The style teams are here. You haven’t had your morning coffee yet.”What the hell?I bolt upright, heartbeat skidding. Lila’s curled beside me, pacifier half out of her mouth, her tiny fists tucked under her chin like a baby bunny. I grab my phone from the nightstand.My calendar blares the reminder: Lorne Family Gala – 7 PM. Rooftop. Formal.Shit! I completely forgot it was that Monday.I swipe open my digital planner and scan through upcoming dates.Everything’s already in here—design internship, Lila’s check-ups, gala nights, society nonsense. I need to check this daily. Religiously.Zach and Sienna are already wondering what’s wrong with me after yesterday.I pad out into the hallway, clutching Lila to my chest, trying to calm the nausea rising behind my ribs. Downs
(Ava)Champagne is being poured like water. Laughter bounces off polished marble, mingling with the flash of diamonds under floodlights.This is where I had my 21st birthday party. The night Zach and I got married on a whim, and I fell pregnant in our opulent suite.The memories of that heady night are tattooed inside my brain. The Zachary Lorne, staying at my party, paying attention to me! It was the fairytale every girl dreams about. Zach was so perfect. Everything was perfect until it wasn’t.But did it all really happen?My early teen years were not a mentally stable place for me. I know what that feels like. This doesn’t feel the same.“You okay?” Zach asks.I nod. “I’m fine.”His eyes narrow slightly. “Why don’t I believe you?”I sip my champagne and survey the crowd.Across the rooftop, Sienna is in full bloom. Hair swept up, high-glam gown clinging like a second skin. She’s schmoozing effortlessly.I can’t look away from the scenes unfolding before me. It’s the same. All of
(Ava)Sienna stops beside me like we’re best friends. “You’re quiet tonight,” she says sweetly. “Everything okay?”I nod. “Never been better.”She leans in closer. “Good to hear. Zach says you didn’t want to leave Lila with the nanny tonight.”Why the fuck did Zach have to tell her that?“I’m here, aren’t I?” I say calmly.“Of course,” she says sweetly, eyes flicking to my empty drink. “Though... you always are a little tightly wound. Paranoia runs in your blood, doesn’t it?”“No.”“Oh, wasn’t your father affected, and you as a teenager?”“My father had clinically diagnosed bipolar disorder,” I say flatly. “That doesn’t make me paranoid or anything else.”“Mm,” she hums. “I’m sure it doesn’t. But genetics can be tricky.”“Sienna, my father’s problem is not mine. And it’s not any of your business.”“I just want us to be friends. You don’t seem to trust me like you did.”I suck in a breath. “Maybe I have good reason to not be so trusting of you. You always calculated marrying Zach into
(Ava)The moment we walk through our front doors, I wheel around to face him. “How long have you and Sienna had this secret?”Zach exhales, loosens his tie, and throws it onto the nearest chair. “Ava—”“No.” I hold up my hand, my voice shaking. “Do not start with a damn Ava like that. Just answer me.”He runs a hand through his hair, pacing toward the bar. “Since shortly after Lila was born. Sienna told me.”“And you didn’t tell me,” I snap. “So much for not having any secrets.”“I didn’t think it was that important. Why rock the boat?”“You never thought that you being drugged the night we got married was important?”“No! You are overreacting. If I thought it affected how I felt that night, we wouldn’t still be together… I loved you then, I love you now. What is the actual problem?”“For starters… the biggest night of my life—the night our daughter was conceived—was because Sienna roofied you.”“I wasn’t roofied,” he says flatly. “She gave me something to ‘loosen me up.’ It wasn’t li
(Ava)I haven’t slept much.I kept thinking about Zach, about Sienna, about what he said to me—and what he didn’t. The way he made it sound like I started the whole thing.Like I’m the problem again.Why does he always have to just believe anything she says? He’s such an idiot that way. If she said that I’d beamed aliens down to attack her, he would believe her. I don’t even get the benefit of the doubt.By eight, Lila is playing quietly, and I’m sitting at the kitchen table, nursing my third coffee.I message the staff to take the day off—not because they did anything wrong, but because I don’t want anyone else in the house right now. I need space. I don’t want to answer questions or pretend to be polite. Not today.But also, Sienna cannot be trusted and I don’t trust she hasn’t got someone on her payroll right here in this household.I text Zach:I sent staff away. Need privacy. Can you let me know how Kai is?He calls almost immediately.I answer. “Hey.”“He’s in an induced coma,
(Zach)I wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, but the Tokyo deal wrapped faster than expected. The jet dropped me on the tarmac in Vegas just after 7 p.m.My phone lights up as soon as I switch it off airplane mode.Missed calls. Two voicemails from Sienna.The first voicemail plays while I’m still halfway to the car.“Zach—it’s Kai. He collapsed. He’s in emergency. Ava was visiting when it happened. It was bad. Ava started going crazy at me.”What the hell?I call Sienna back immediately. She picks up on the first ring.“Is he okay?” I demand.“He’s still unconscious. I’ve never seen him like this, Zach. I’m scared.”“What happened with you and Ava?”“She showed up with Lila, didn’t wait for a response to the text she sent. I buzzed her in anyway. She verbally attacked me in front of the kids.”I’m already in the car, heading toward the hospital. “Sienna, you promised, no more arguing.”“I didn’t want to argue. Ava is paranoid. I’m telling you. I’m the villain, I’m manipulative
(Ava)I press the intercom at the front gate and wait, one hand on Lila’s back. She’s got her face buried in my neck, little fists clutching my shirt.“I know, baby. I don’t want to be here either, but we have to do this for Kai.” This is the last place I want to show up after the day I had but I promised Kai a visit with Lila.Sienna’s voice comes through the speaker, clipped and sugar-sweet. “Yes?”“It’s Ava. I’m here to visit Kai. Like we agreed.”Silence.Then the gate clicks open.Inside, Sienna Sinclair’s residence is spotless and cold. High ceilings, white marble, soft music drifting in from somewhere near the back. The kind of curated comfort that doesn’t come with warmth.A staff member nods me toward the family lounge and then vanishes like a ghost.Kai’s curled up on the couch with a blanket and his tablet. He looks way better than he did at the hospital. His face lights up when he sees us.“Lila! Ava!”“Ava,” Sienna says, tone clipped. “Wasn’t expecting you this early.”
(Ava)Luca slides the pickle off his burger and drops it onto my take out box without looking up.I pluck it off and pop it on my burger without a word.We’re having a quick bite before class resumes. We’re also finishing off our design details to hand in to the professor today for final assessment.“Rounded edge or squared off for the central island?” I ask.“Rounded. The rest of the space is straight lines. Needs some sexiness and curve.”“Exactly what I was thinking.”“You’re overthinking it. Just sketch what feels like the solution, not what looks like one.”“I’m trying to make it clean,” I murmur, biting my lip.“It’s too clean. Mess it up a little. That’s where your magic is.” He grins at me sideways. “We’re design soulmates.”“Or no one else can put up with our off-the-wall ideas…”“Either way, we have an edge.”Professor Moran’s voice pulls us from our rhythm. “Before we begin this class, I have an announcement you’ve all been waiting for.”Luca grabs my arm, mouthing, “Drumro
(Ava)Zach calls just after seven the next morning.I’m dressed, sipping my second coffee, Lila still asleep. I’ll take her to Paige in a couple of hours.I answer, keeping my voice casual. “Morning.”“Morning,” he says. “You’re looking gorgeous.”“Thanks. You look ready to smash some deals today. I’ve got a lunch meeting.”“With Luca?”“Yes.”Zach has that look on his face. The one that he always gets when Luca is mentioned. “Is that really necessary?”“Zach—”“I know what he’s up to, Ava. He’s still in love with you.”I sigh, setting my mug down harder than I mean to. “You’re not serious. You’re really going there? After you kept secrets from me with Sienna, you don’t trust me?”“I do trust you. It’s him I don’t trust.”I shake my head. “Unbelievable. Sienna drugged you for sex and I have to trust her.”“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Everyone has.”“He’s my future business partner. He’s also a friend. We’ve worked damn hard on this.”“A friend who wanted to be more. Maybe still
(Ava)My phone buzzes just after I’ve cleared the kitchen bench. I’m still thinking about Kai, about how pale he looked earlier this morning.It’s eleven in the morning now. Have the doctors been to see him?Kai had Aplastic Anemia in the past time. Is it that again? Should I say something?Zach’s name flashes across the screen. Oh, at last. I answer.“Hey.”“Hey,” he says. It’s softer than I expect. “You home?”“Yeah. Lila’s with Paige. I’ve just been... regrouping. Going over my planner so I can fit in all my internships and classes. How’s Kai?”“The doctors did rounds. They’re sending Kai home.”My chest loosens a little. “That’s good.”“They’re still watching him, though. They said if anything else happens, they’ll start running tests—immune panels, marrow checks. I hate the thought of him having something serious.”My stomach turns. I sit down at the counter. “You must be so worried.”I know what it’s like to lose a child. But the marrow donation wasn’t the thing that killed Lil
(Ava)Paige doesn’t ask why I’m not taking Lila to visit Kai.She just takes her from my arms, kisses her on the cheek, and says, “you don’t need to explain. Go. I’ve got her.”I nod, I’m tense. My heart is pounding remembering Lila in that same hospital. Small, fighting a battle for her life she could never win.“She’s safe with me,” Paige says. “You just do what you need to do.”I try to say thank you, but it catches somewhere in my throat. Instead, I turn and head for the car before I unravel in front of my daughter. I suck in a deep breath. I have to push through this.When I park outside the hospital, I don’t get out right away.I sit behind the wheel with the engine off, hands still on the steering wheel like I’m waiting for a green light that will never come. The glass doors to the pediatric wing are just ahead, automatic and indifferent.They’ll open the second I get close.Here I am in this same underground carpark Nico helped me into the taxi with Lila hidden under a blank
(Zach)The Tokyo skyline glows outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I see in my mind is a hospital room three time zones away.Kai’s in there. I’m here. Still wearing the same suit I flew in with. Still pretending like this deal matters more than what’s happening back home.It doesn’t. But I can’t walk away. Not from this. Not with my father breathing down my neck. Not with everything cracking beneath the surface.Across the conference table, another exec launches into licensing terms like it’s a game of chess. Vincent, my CFO, nods like he’s tracking every move. I should be.But my brain hasn’t caught up since Ava picked up the phone and said, in that quiet voice she uses when she’s afraid and pretending not to be, “Are you okay, Zach?”She is literally the only person to ask me that and really care about the answer.I’m not.Vincent turns toward me. “Zach, you want to weigh in on the licensing schedule?”I glance at the numbers on the screen. My mind grabs the first safe c
(Ava)By the time Paige pulls into the driveway, the air in the house still smells faintly like Zach.Musk and citrus. Wood and heat. It’s been an hour and he’s already flown out now. But his presence still lingers like a bruise I can’t stop pressing. And the bruises are darkening where his hands gripped my body.But he has some marks that will keep him thinking for me for the next 3 days he’s away. I won that battle, Sienna. He’s still mine.Paige eyes me the second she walks in. “Well,” she says, popping Lila in her highchair, “you’ve been thoroughly defiled.”I don’t answer. I don’t need to. My hair is damp, my cheeks are flushed. Despite the shower, there are signs. She can read it all over me.“You want my judgment or takeout?” she asks. “But only one involves soy sauce.”“Takeout,” I say, following her. “Always takeout.”She doesn’t ask questions. She’s a true best friend.“She’s different now,” Paige says quietly as she watches Lila. “Her energy feels heavier. Older.”I nod.