I don’t even dare to look up as we approach the table with Thomas’ friends, who happen to be fucking Evan and Phillippa. This is just my luck. Outside, when I first saw Evan in the restaurant before we headed inside, I had to stop and tell Thomas that maybe I didn’t want to do this. “Why’d?” he asked me. “What’s going on?”I hated that I couldn’t find an excuse good enough for us to turn back. I’d told Evan that we would never cross paths again, so how was I going to show up to a double date with him and Phillippa? That was just going to complicate things. I also couldn’t tell Thomas that Evan was the man I’d been married to. I was glad that I’d been thoughtful in the beginning to not say anything about Evan to him. How would I have guessed?What kind of coincidence was this?“I…I just can’t,” I’d stammered uselessly. “Maybe we should turn back. Apologize.”He placed his hands on my shoulders. “They’re inside already, waiting for us. Imagine how awkward that would be? No, there’s
Evan’s POVI want to kill Thomas. The thought slips in my mind, and it’s impossible to get rid of. Every time he touches Leo or even looks at her, I get that some thought. His hand is on her shoulder, then it slides under the table where it presumably lies on her thighs, and with each passing second, and I get more and more sickened. I never in a million years would have guessed that she’s the woman that has him head over heels in love with her. I didn’t suspect even when I saw him at her apartment building. I guess it never crossed my mind that Leo could’ve moved on like I did; that she’d find someone who’d love her. I hate that so damn much that it hurts. I’m trying to play it cool, though. I don’t want to show her or Thomas that I’m bothered in any way. By the looks of it, he has no idea that she and I were ever in a relationship. If he knew, he wouldn’t even be here, and I suspect that it would be the end of my friendship. Of course, this implicates things, because if someone
Thomas parks the car, sits back in his seat, and comments, “That was shitty, wasn’t it?”I find myself nodding even though I’d initially told myself that it’s better if I stay neutral to all of this. Especially after tonight, there’s no way that I’m going to be able to tell him that Evan is my ex-husband. Well, legally, we’re still married, but that’s beside the point. “I don’t understand what happened,” he explains as his hands drop to his lap. “Hector tends to be a solid person. I’ve never experienced anything like that with him or his fiancée.”I don’t comment. I keep staring at my lap, and just hope that this moment will pass soon. I want to forget this night ever happened. To motivate myself, I tell myself that in two weeks, I’ll forget this ever happened. Evan will go back to being someone from my past.“I’m sorry about tonight,” Thomas says to me. When I look up, he’s staring directly at me. “I feel like a total jackass for having put you in that position. It wasn’t fair to y
We arrive at the location, and it’s absolutely breathtaking. His mother lives right by a lake, like he’d said, and all around the lake are other houses, shops, and even hotels. It’s like the lake is the center of this little town in the mountains, and it’s such a refreshing sight. Victor gets out of the car and steps closer to the lake. “Whoa! This place is so cool!”Thomas and I get out next, and I push my sunglasses to the top of my head to get a better view. The surface of the lake is sparkling, and there’s so much greenery around. This place seems to me like a slice of heaven on earth, and I have the feeling that it’s going to be a good weekend. I hope it’ll distract me enough from the disastrous dinner, and also the dream I had with Evan that for some reason, keeps replaying in my mind. Victor runs closer to the water, and Thomas makes his way around the car to reach my side. He puts an arm around my shoulder and asks me, “What do you think?” “It’s beautiful,” I tell him gen
Evan's POVI feel like the dumbest fuck in the world.I never would have guessed that things would lead me to this point. I'm standing behind a tree in Thomas' backyard, and the worst part is that I think Leo might have seen me. I just can't seem to let this go, for some reason. I should be moving on. I should be going after Phillippa and trying to reconcile with her. She left and this time, I don't even know why or care. I've reached my limit with her, and what little love I've had for her has run out. But Leo. Dammit, Leo. She's the one who's on my mind now. It's like the past has finally caught up to me, and I can't get her out of my system. She's my mate, dammit, and I can't forget it regardless of how hard I try. I've been trying to push it down; suppressing those feelings hasn't helped, and she's been on my mind too frequently. Half the time, I'm thinking about her, and then Thomas steps into the picture and I lose my mind with rage. This has to be a punishment, and that's f
I don’t quite know what to think about Thomas’ cousin Daisy. She hasn’t given me a proper look ever since she got here, and the air all around us is crackling with tension. Although she is pregnant, I don’t think that she’s quite moved on from her crush, and Thomas is so uncomfortable that I can’t help but feel like he’s had the same thought. We’ve already had lunch, and we’re seated around the living room enjoying a cup of coffee and dessert that Magna was kind enough to make for us. Thomas’ aunt and uncle are quite nice, but they’re not as talkative or as open as Magna, and honestly, I’d rather not be here, which is a shame because earlier on, I was really enjoying the trip. “It was such a fun time,” Magna concludes. She’s been telling us about a trip she, Thomas, and her late husband had taken to the ocean, and how Thomas was naturally good at fishing even though he’d never done it before. That really does sound like Thomas. He’s good at everything. “It was,” Thomas agrees wit
I’m unsettled up to the point when Thomas returns. He shrugs as he sits down, but I can tell that he’s tense. I’m trying to imagine what he’s going to say next, but I fail. “There wasn’t anyone there,” he informs me. “I didn’t see anyone.”This is the worst possible thing that he could have told me because now, I know that it’s truly Evan. Naturally, he’d hide from Thomas if he came spying on us. He wouldn’t want to be seen by him. He approached our son without me even noticing it. He’s out there. And I’m furious. “We can’t leave him wandering around,” Thomas says, expressing concern. “It could be dangerous, especially this time of the year.”“He knows not to talk to strangers,” I say. “I don’t know what prompted him to follow this man into the woods. I’ll talk to him about it.”Thomas places his hand on the back of my neck and begins to rub. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It’s fine. He’s fine. Don’t worry too much, okay? The situation is under control.”No, the situation is
I reach the room, and Vic is drying up. He gives me an odd look, and asks me, “Where did you go, Mom?”“Oh, I just stepped outside,” I tell him while fighting to catch my breath. I’ve never run this fast in all my life. Getting away from Evan was imperative, because that man is sick and vile, and there’s no way that I’m going to entertain him. I can’t believe we kissed. That I let it happen. The gravity of what I’ve done slowly sinks in as my heart starts to beat slower, and I press my hand firmly against my chest as waves and waves of guilt crash into me. This feels like cheating. Did I cheat on Thomas, who’s been so good to me and helped me find myself again? Did I?I close my eyes steel myself against the pain. I’ve never hated Evan more than I do now. He took full advantage of the stupid bond between us to make me feel that way. To make me feel so lost yet safe in his arms. I’m an idiot for letting him, and now I don’t even know what to do with myself. “Mom?”I turn my head t
The longer I stare at Anthony and he doesn't wake up, the more I panic. What if he's dead? What if I didn't just slam the vase in his head for him to pass out? I walk around him, trying to get a good look at his face. He doesn’t appear to be breathing, but maybe I’m just panicking way too much. So, I try not to panic and wait for him to stir, which he hasn’t done in the last ten minutes since I’ve been here standing over him. I decide that I’ve had enough. If he’s dead, then I’d rather know now than wait for longer. I kneel down, barely breathing as I reach out, and press two fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. My own heartbeat is so loud that it drowns out everything else. But then—a faint throb under my fingertips. He’s alive.I let out a sharp exhale of relief, though it’s short-lived. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, a groggy confusion clouding his gaze as he begins to stir and come to his senses. For a moment, he looks like he doesn’t recognize me, his gaze unfocused
Evan’s POV The road stretches out in front of me, winding and dark. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, but I can’t let myself loosen my grip—not until I have him back. The text from her still sits on the screen beside me, her message short and mocking. It’s an address, nothing more, like a command.I’m not entirely sure of what to expect from this. Is she mocking me? Did she believe me when I said that I wanted to be with her?I know her well enough, since we’ve been together for quite some time. She wants me to come crawling. To say I was wrong, that I never should’ve left her. She thinks she has that kind of power over me, and I’ll let her believe it. I’ll say whatever she needs to hear, promise her the world if that’s what it takes to get my son back. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do whatever is necessary. I’ll be selfless for once. My stomach twists at the thought, a bitterness that feels like swallowing nails, but there’s no other way.I turn off the main roa
Evan’s POVI call Phillippa, and she doesn’t answer the phone. It’s not off, so she’s probably staring at her phone and smiling to herself as she watches her screen light up with my name flashing across it. “Bitch,” I curse before groaning in frustration. Each passing second deepens the knots in my stomach. Victor’s gone, and every instinct in my body screams to find him, to bring him back where he belongs. I didn’t even think that I had it in me to feel so much paternal instinct. I barely know him, yet my despair would’ve been the same even if I’d raised him his whole life. I’ve lost count of the calls I’ve made by now, and I still have no answers. Even some of the men who once were on my side won’t answer the phone. Then again, they were Montgomery contacts, not mine. Every lead has crumbled, and I’m left staring at the emptiness of my own mistakes.I’m fucked, through and through. I should be leaving the city by now if I have any hopes of escaping the bullshit investigation tha
I shove Anthony off of me with all my strength, and even that doesn’t feel enough to completely shake his touch off. It seems this terrible night is determined not to end. It’s like a never-ending nightmare. A surge of disgust and anger rips through me. I can’t believe he’s done this. That he would try to kiss me. I’ve always seen him as a father figure, so this really messes with me more than words can say. He stumbles back, his eyes widening with shock, but his shocked expression quickly changes into a bitter scowl. "Milena," he says, his voice low and edged with that same twisted need he’s tried to rationalize as love only a few moments ago. “You don’t understand. Everything I’ve done... I did for you. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again until you understand. Until it sinks into your thick skull!”“For me?” I hiss, my voice shaking with disbelief and rage. “You murdered Thomas. You tortured Evan. And now you think you can stand here and—what? Kiss me? Confess some sick
Sitting alone in my apartment while Evan goes hunting for our son is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. The silence in the apartment is almost unbearable, pressing down on me with a weight I can't carry. I sit on the edge of the sofa, staring blankly at the door, waiting for it to open, and for Evan to walk into the apartment with Victor safe in his arms. The ache in my chest is relentless; a mixture of fear and guilt and helplessness that threatens to consume me.It’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. This despair is unlike any other. There’s no pain worse than having my son taken away from me by some lunatic with the worst of intentions. I’d been a fool to leave him by myself. I was irresponsible. If anything happens to Victor, I’ll blame myself forever. I’ll never get over it. Not ever. Phillippa took him—our son, my sweet Victor. It’s hard to even wrap my mind around the reality of it, that she would go so far, that she would hurt Evan and me by taking the one th
Evan’s POVThe taxi stops outside Leo’s apartment building, and she pays the nosy asshole before we step outside. Leo opens the door and exits the car quickly. She’s moving fast, her body almost vibrating with energy. She’s probably in shock, maybe in pain after everything that’s happened, but right now, she’s got one focus, and that’s Victor. I don’t mind it. At least one of us should get there fast and make sure that that fuck isn’t there, hurting him. I’ve promised her that I have a place where I can put her and Vic for a while, at least just until she can get to the bottom of this. I’d follow her up the stairs, but I know that I’m not going to be able to make it. I watch her disappear inside the building for a moment, feeling that pull again, that sense of her slipping through my fingers, just like she did once before. But I don’t have time to think about that now. But this is different. Now, we have a sort of understanding with each other. She’s not going to run away. Where wo
After a few minutes of messing with the chains, I finally figure out how to release him. Evan lands on the ground with a thud, and groans in pain as a result. I make my way to his side, wanting to touch him to help him stand up, but then stopping myself. These conflicting emotions will be the end of me. I stare at him as he tries to catch his breath, and for a moment, I feel sorry for him. His eyes meet mine, and within them, I see the same amount of sadness that I feel, but his is blended with disbelief. “You shouldn’t have come,” he says before coughing weakly. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m not...worth it.”His words catch me off guard. “What?”“I deserve what’s being done to me,” he then says before his eyes study my face. His body is shaking, and I’m not sure why. “I’m just glad to know that you’re alright.”I grit my teeth. “That’s not your decision to make, Evan. I’m the one who gets to decide what I do, not you.”He turns on his side, and then peels his shirt from his body, sh
“Why would I tell you anything regarding that?” Anthony says to him in the most cruel voice imaginable. I’ve never heard him use this voice on anyone before. I barely even recognize it. Why has he been keeping Evan here? So, he knew where he was this whole time?I have a terrible feeling in my gut. “I just want to know that she’s safe,” Evan rasps. This is followed by a dull sound, like someone punching a wall of meat, and Evan groans in pain. I cover my mouth with my hand. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Why would Anthony do this? Out of all the things he could do, why? Why keep Evan prisoner? He’s clearly hurting him. I came here thinking that I would find a clue concerning whether he killed Thomas or not, but instead, I find this. And there’s no satisfaction in this for me. This is something I never expected from Anthony. I know he hates Evan, but to go to this extent. I almost feel ashamed of my feelings. It’s not like I’m saying this because I care about Evan—he has ruine
“…right, Leo?”I turn my attention back to Anthony, and ask him, “Sorry, what?”Anthony is standing by the window of the living room, eyeing me strangely. He then says, “Are you okay, Leo? Is there something in your mind? You’ve been distracted all day.”“No, I’m fine,” I claim, even though it’s a blatant lie. “Don’t worry about it.”I have to admit that I haven’t been fine since I found that sweater. My spirit is restless, and I have to find out what the hell is going on here. Anthony is hiding things from me. It’s easier to notice this when I’m paying attention, and I can tell the huge difference between his normal state and now. I’m just horrified. The sun behind him is setting, and the fading light casting long shadows across my apartment. I’m sitting on the couch, trying to seem relaxed, but there’s a tightness in my chest that won’t go away. There are times when I think that my suspicions are nonsensical, and that I should just ask him what the sweater was about outright inste