POV: LAUREN
Henry lifted me with ease, like I weighed nothing. His arms were strong, but his touch was anything but rough. He dried me gently, without rushing, respecting every part of my body as if he were handling something precious. Me. For the first time in a long while, someone was treating me like I had worth.
He turned on the hairdryer and began to run the warm air through my hair. His fingers moved with care as he slowly combed my hair, untangling the knots without pulling, as if each touch whispered, You're safe now. I'm here.
My eyes burned, but not because of the water. It was the gesture. The care. The tenderness. The way he tried—without even knowing exactly what to do—to show me that I mattered.
He stretched out my arms gently, slipping one of his shirts over them. It was huge on me. He dressed me with such care, as if covering my body could also shield it from the shame and pain still cl
POV: LAURENMy stomach twisted. Part of me felt protected by that promise. The other part… terrified. I knew what he wanted to do. And that scared me.“Can we not talk about it today?” I asked in a low voice, trying to keep my anxiety in check. I still needed to find a way to convince him to let go of that thirst for revenge. “I just need peace right now.”Henry studied my face for a moment, then gave me a crooked smile. That smile—his signature one—that always unraveled me.“You’re right,” he murmured, pulling me into a hug. I felt his lips press a calm kiss to the top of my head. “Get some rest, Lauren. I’m here with you.”My eyes burned again. The physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the emotional. And still, sleep felt impossible.“I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and wak
POV: LAURENI gripped his hand tightly, shaking my head.“Please, just… stay here,” I begged.But the nausea hit again. My body curled in on itself, and everything started all over.“I can’t leave you like this!” he burst out, his voice low but thick with frustration. He ran a hand over his temples, clearly trying to keep himself together. “Lauren… let me take care of you. My way. Please.”I looked at him, my eyes filled with tears, my hands trembling. And I just nodded, unable to say a word.My body was shaking—a mix of exhaustion and fear. I leaned back as I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, holding me gently and securely. Henry helped me to my feet, guiding me patiently to the sink, keeping my hair back while I vomited. His hands moved slowly over my back in a tender gesture, trying to ease the tension b
POV: HENRYTears welled up in her eyes, glistening under the soft light of the room. It was a silent plea—a desperate request to erase every trace of that bastard Ethan. She wanted my presence to surround her, for my skin, my hands, and my voice to be the only things that existed at that moment. She wanted to feel desired, respected, and loved.And I would do exactly that. I would show her what it meant to be treated like something precious.I didn’t need to say a word. Furthermore, I just kissed her.My lips met hers gently, careful not to hurt her already bruised mouth. The salty taste of her tears mixed with the kiss, and I felt a tight, suffocating pressure in my chest. She trembled—not from fear but from restrained emotion, from something she couldn’t quite put into words.My hand moved slowly upward, fingers brushing against her warm skin until they reached her face. I caressed her cheek with my thumb, wiping away a stubborn tear that rolled down. Then I placed a kiss there, whe
POV: HENRYThat scene hit me like a punch to the gut.When did I become a woman’s safe haven?Me. Henry Carter. A cold, impenetrable man who had always believed love was a weakness. And now… now I couldn’t imagine my life without Lauren and Theodor.I kneeled beside the bed, running my fingers over her bruised cheek. The purplish hue against her skin ignited something fierce inside me. Rage.I wanted to kill him.I took a deep breath, suppressing the fury threatening to take over.Furthermore, I grabbed my phone and walked out to the balcony, closing the door behind me before dialing Lucian.He answered on the first ring.“Lucian, I want all the evidence on my brother and sister-in-law’s accident,” I said, my voice cold, without hesitation. “And I need the full report on the break-in at Lauren’s father’s company. I need any indication that he didn’t kill himself—that he was murdered.”There was a tense silence before Lucian finally spoke.“Henry… Kate called me. She said Lauren’s mom
POV: LAURENIt took me a while to start feeling even a little better. To breathe without crying, to sleep without nightmares. But I still didn’t feel safe. The thought of leaving the house paralyzed me. At any moment, Ethan could be nearby. And even with Henry doing everything he could to protect me, the fear still consumed me.He was barely home. She said there were urgent issues at the company, but I knew it wasn’t just that. I saw it in his eyes when he returned. That silent anger, the clenched fists, the bloodshot eyes from exhaustion. It was clear he was dealing with Ethan in some way.I overheard a heated argument between Carter and his lawyers the other day in the office next door. Something about terminating a contract and breaking off funding with PharmaCare Industries. It was serious. In the newspapers, in the muffled conversations of the elite, I heard my name being whispered with either scorn or forced sympathy
POV: LAURENI lost my breath when he pulled away. My hands were still holding his waist, my forehead resting against his chest. I didn’t want him to go.“Can’t you be just half an hour late?” I asked, pouting playfully. I knew I was being childish, but I didn’t care. Furthermore, I just wanted a few more minutes.He let out a low, amused laugh and gently caressed my face with his warm palm, his thumb slowly brushing across my cheek.“You can’t say no to a pregnant woman, or you’ll end up with a style,” I added, half-laughing, half-pleading.“I’ll have to take the risk,” he sighed heavily and pulled me into a tight, strong hug, like he wanted to memorize the feel of my body before he left. His scent, his presence, everything about him made me want to beg him to stay.But inside, something twisted.
POV: LAURENI swallowed hard, my body responding to the comforting warmth of his hand against my face. I clung to that touch, searching for the courage to go through with my plan.“I hope it is.” I confessed, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to ease the tightness in my chest. I pressed his hand closer to my face, as if I needed him to hold me together. “I hope you understand.”When I opened my eyes slowly, I found his brows drawn together. Henry didn’t say anything right away. He just watched me, thoughtful, his eyes scanning every detail of my expression, catching every trace of hesitation. Then a faint smile appeared on his lips. But it wasn’t a casual smile. It was the kind of smile that said he already sensed something was coming—something I wasn’t quite ready to reveal.Without another word, he pulled me into him, his lips finding mine with more hunger, more
POV: HENRYIn the past few days, work has been chaotic. Ethan’s pathetic excuse about a cyberattack and the theft of financial data didn’t convince me for even a second. The same thing had happened at Lauren’s father’s company. Coincidence? I seriously doubted it. I knew this dirty game, and he wasn’t going to fool me.On top of that, without Becker’s formal report about the harassment Ethan committed, we couldn’t use it as part of the case against him. And now the bastard had simply vanished. His absence at PharmaCare Industries was already being felt. No one knew where he was—not even at his own house. Like a plague, he had disappeared without a trace.“Damn sneaky rat!” I cursed, slamming my fist on the table so hard the papers on it shook. Blood pounded in my temples; my jaw locked in pure frustration. “Does anyone know where his wife is?”
POV: LAUREN“Lauren, what’s going on?” Kate ran up to me, her voice filled with concern.“Theodor ran away.” I said, the words broken up by sobs. “He’s nowhere to be found. I already checked every place he used to hide. My words fell apart, just like my emotional control.“Hey, hey, calm down.” Kate pulled me into a tight hug. I felt her sweet perfume, the warmth of her body against mine, and for a moment, I could breathe a little easier. “You’re going to make yourself sick like this. We’ll find him, Lauren. Kids scare us like that sometimes.”“He left because he couldn’t stand seeing us fight anymore…” I sobbed, my chest shattered. “He thinks it’s his fault. And I… I’m failing him. What am I doing wrong?”“You’re doing the best you can.” She h
POV: LAURENHenry’s eyes widened the moment he read the first words. His firm steps echoed on the wooden floor as he moved closer to the note. I saw his fingers tremble slightly as he held the paper. The silence that settled for a few seconds felt like it was screaming inside the room. My chest tightened. It felt like the ground was crumbling beneath my feet.Theodor’s words pierced my heart with a dull, growing pain.“Uncle and Fairy, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be part of a broken family like this. Mom and Dad fought a lot when they were alive. I thought my new family would be filled with love, respect, and playtime, like it was in the beginning. But everything broke after you separated, and I can’t pretend to be strong and brave while watching you both so sad. I don’t know how to protect Alice from this, either. I won’t be a good brother or a good son. Furthermore, I don’t have your blood, Fairy, and still, you call me your son. Uncle Henry could learn a bit from you. He’s a nic
POV: HENRYBecker tried to pull away, pushing my arms with a quick, almost automatic motion. Before she could take a second step, I grabbed her wrist. Her skin was cold, trembling.“What does that mean, Lauren?” I asked quietly but firmly. I could feel there was something unsaid, something she was hiding, and it only made the pressure in my chest worse.She hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around, eyes glassy, her expression exhausted.“I'm considering moving to another city,” Becker said, her voice thick with emotion, though she tried to sound rational. “Starting over, far from here. Henry, thanks to the agreement you signed, I was able to pay off all my father's debts. I'm truly grateful for that. But… I can't take it anymore. This place reminds me of everything I lost. It destroyed me. I can't breathe here anymore.”Her words hit hard. Part of me understood. But the other part reacted without thinking.“So you're going to do to Theodor what you did to me?” I snapped, my v
POV: HENRYI stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to control my breathing. My chest rose and fell in an erratic rhythm, still tasting the kiss that shouldn’t have happened. I looked at her, and she stared back at me with red, watery, confused eyes full of hurt.I hadn’t planned any of that. Furthermore, I didn’t go there to kiss her or to touch her like that. But all it took was one gesture, one sigh, one hesitation—and I got lost again. Just like I always did with her.I noticed her agitation. The way her fingers moved restlessly in her lap, her eyes constantly avoiding mine, shifting back to Theo. She was uncomfortable, on the verge of a breakdown. When she got up from the couch with a weak excuse, saying she was going to make something, I knew it was an escape. And this time, I wasn’t going to let her run. I stood up too and followed her, feeling a tight pressure in my chest that I didn’t want to admit was fear.Fear of losing her. Fear that it might already be too late.“Lauren
POV: LAURENMy head was a whirlwind of voices, and none of them would let me breathe. The hurt pulsed like an open wound. The memory of that article… Mia in his lap, as if his past still had more power than I ever would. And the pain of remembering that night, the hope I carried in my chest when I was about to tell him everything. How I desperately wished he would accept being the father of my child. How I dreamed of a life by his side. As his wife. As a family.I felt my eyes welling up. I tried blinking slowly to hold back the tears, but they pooled in silence, forming a thin line of shine that made me feel… small. Weak. Useless.Part of me wanted to scream. To beg for forgiveness. To say I had been an idiot, that yes, I had lied—but only because I was scared, insecure, and confused. I wanted him to know that everything I felt for him had been real. So intense, it still consumed me today.But
POV: LAURENI wanted to pull away. I wanted to create distance. But everything in me screamed for the closeness I had avoided for so long. And I hated myself for still wanting it. For craving his touch, his voice, the comfort only he could give me. Because none of it was fair.Not to me. Not to him. Not to Theo or Alice.The tear slipped out before I could stop it. I reached for my face automatically, trying to hide it—but he saw.Henry stood up slowly, saying nothing at first. His fingers touched my face gently, and his thumb wiped away the tear in a gesture so intimate it took my breath away. His hand stayed there, holding my face, and in that touch there was something strange—a mix of care and provocation. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.I held my breath. My heart sped up, and inside, everything was spinning. It wasn’t just the touch—it was the way he l
POV: LAURENThe pain I felt now wasn’t just physical. It was the weight of choices, silence, and heartbreak all stacked together. I had ruined everything. That was the truth I fought against every single night. Whatever we could’ve been—me, Henry, Theo, and now Alice—I had destroyed it.And as if Alice wanted to remind me she was there too, that all of this affected her as well, another kick came. Stronger. Deeper. A sharp jolt knocked the air out of me for a second, and I instinctively placed my hand on the side of my belly. I closed my eyes and let out a soft, muffled groan. I wanted to play it off and pretend it was just minor discomfort, but I couldn’t.When I opened my eyes, Henry was already standing.“Are you okay, Becker?” Henry’s voice had changed—firm, alert. His hand touched my shoulder directly, without hesitation. Warm. Familiar.
POV: LAURENI gripped the doorknob tightly, trying to control the shaking in my fingers. My heart was beating so fast and so hard it actually hurt, like every thump was a reminder of what I had lost… or what I still felt. It had been a long time since I last saw Henry Carter—and that was no accident. I had been avoiding him. Hiding like a coward because I didn’t know how to deal with the chaos he left inside me. I fell for him in a way I never thought possible. I was his. Completely. And even now, just the thought of facing him made something inside me fall apart.I took a deep breath, and before I could hesitate again, I opened the door.He was there. So real. So absurdly handsome, just like I remembered. His hand, raised midair to knock, froze in place. His eyes locked onto mine—intense, that impossible shade of blue, like they could see straight through everything I was trying to hide. The corner of his lip
POV: HENRY“When Kate got there, the chaos had already started. Her mom was surrounded by armed security, pressured, threatened... my uncle was ready to make an example out of her. Kate freaked out. She tried to reason with them, to defend her, but no one there was about to listen to someone with a dirty last name and a pile of debt.” He paused, like he was choosing his words carefully. “She only avoided being dragged in with her because, when she saw my photo hanging in my uncle’s office, she said—without blinking—that she was my girlfriend. That we’d been together for months. She tried to sell a convincing story.”I choked on my drink the exact second he finished the sentence, coughing and thumping my chest.“Girlfriend?!” I repeated, clearing my throat in disbelief. “Should I congratulate you or ask when exactly you decided to start living in that fantasy?”“It never happened,” Lucian replied, gripping the glass, so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “But I didn’t deny it. I j