JACE POV.The baby was asleep, nestled safely in the bassinet beside me. Anna had finally succumbed to the weight of exhaustion, her breathing slow and steady as she rested. And for the first time in what felt like ages, I let myself relax. But the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface all day hadn’t dissipated. The call I was about to make still lingered in my mind.I reached for my phone, my fingers lingering over the screen for a moment longer than I intended. I didn’t want to make this call. Not because I wasn’t proud of Nathan, not because I didn’t want to share the joy of his birth, but because I knew how it would go.And Teresa insisted. “Master Jace, you should at least tell them about Nathan.” It was the only reason I was calling. The call rang a few times before my mother answered, her voice clipped as always.“So you've decided to call after all these days Jace?”“Mom,” I said, trying to keep the bitterness from creeping into my voice. “Anna delivered yest
ANNA POV.I watched Jace as he spoke, his words smooth and convincing, yet there was a tightness in his jaw that gave him away. The smile he wore was forced, something about it not quite reaching his eyes. But I didn’t press him. Not now. I couldn’t bring myself to ask again, especially when his gaze softened as he looked at Nathan, cradled gently in my arms. His parents. I knew he had a complicated relationship with them, and hearing him say they were happy? It didn’t sit right with me. There was something off, like he was trying to convince both of us that everything was fine when I could see the cracks in the facade.But Nathan stirred slightly in my arms, his small, delicate hands reaching up as if trying to find something to hold onto, and I felt that overwhelming surge of maternal instinct. I looked down at my son, my heart swelling with love for him. The truth about Jace’s family didn’t matter right now. I had him. I had Jace. And that was enough.“Thank you,” I whispered
ANNA POV.Weeks later, Teresa came.I hadn’t realized how much I missed her until I saw her standing at the doorway of our little home in New Zealand, clutching a suitcase in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other, as if she'd stepped straight out of one of my memories. She looked around with curious eyes, then smiled like she’d just found her way back to something important. “You weren’t kidding about the view,” she said, stepping inside. “Mountains and sheep and fresh air—I think I’m going to start writing poetry.”I laughed, taking the groceries from her as Jace stepped in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “You say that every time you visit somewhere rural,” I teased.She shrugged, dropping her suitcase with a dramatic sigh. “One of these days, I’ll mean it.”Nathan let out a sleepy coo from the bassinet beside the couch. Teresa’s whole face softened as she walked over, crouching beside him like she was afraid he’d disappear if she blinked.“He’s even cuter tha
ANNA POV.The next morning, the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the maids moving about, preparing breakfast and tending to the sprawling gardens outside. I walked downstairs to find Teresa sitting by the kitchen table, rocking Nathan in her arms. He was half asleep, his little body curled up against her chest, and she was humming a lullaby that I hadn't heard in years.“How is he?” I asked softly, not wanting to disturb the calm.“He's a dream,” Teresa said with a gentle smile, her eyes still focused on the baby. “Takes after his father in more ways than one. He sleeps like a log.”I smiled, but my mind was elsewhere—on Jace and his stubborn refusal to even entertain the idea of talking to his parents. It felt like a chasm between us now, the gap widening with every day he refused to face the truth. Nathan, our son, was a part of him—their grandson—and yet, Jace had decided that the weight of family tradition wasn’t worth the cost of his pride.I leaned against the counter
ANNA POV.I stood there, the phone still clutched in my trembling hand. The silence of the house was suffocating, like the air had been sucked out of the room. Mr. Lysander’s words lingered in the space between us. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.How had it come to this? My mind raced, but the thought that kept pushing forward was the one that terrified me most: I couldn’t protect Nathan from this. Not anymore.The Lysanders had made it clear. Nathan wasn’t part of their world, not even by blood. No matter how much I tried to fight for him, they had already stripped him of their name, their legacy, their family. They didn’t care. They didn’t care that he was innocent in all of this. That he had no say in the war being fought over his existence.I felt a tear slide down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe it away. I couldn’t. This was my fault. I had tried to bridge the gap, to force a connection, but in the end, all I had done was deepen the divide.I heard footsteps behind me, and I
JACE POV.The morning sunlight streamed in like it had a personal grudge against curtains. Golden and smug, it warmed the edge of our bed where Anna had once claimed a pillow fortress against my roaming legs. Now her defenses were down—literally. A pillow lay abandoned on the floor, and in its place, her foot rested over my calf, delicate but decisive. I didn’t move. Not yet. There was a stillness to the house that came around only at sunrise—before Nathan realized he had lungs and opinions, before Teresa clanged her way through the kitchen like she was trying to scare ghosts out of the cutlery. Just soft breathing. The occasional rustle of bedsheets. Anna’s lashes fluttering against her cheeks as if she were in the middle of a dream she didn’t want to leave. God, I loved this. Six days since the reel. Six days of silence from my family. And somehow… peace. We didn’t say it out loud, but we’d agreed without speaking: no news was better than old wounds opened up again. “J
ANNA POV.It was a quiet morning when I realized how much had changed. Not in some big, dramatic way, but in the small, subtle shifts that marked the kind of growth you can’t measure in days or weeks. More like... a deep breath. Like I could finally breathe again.Jace was in the kitchen, the steady clink of the coffee mug against the counter echoing in the stillness. Nathan was asleep in his crib, the room dark and cozy with only the morning light slipping through the curtains. A breeze ruffled the leaves outside, and everything just felt... peaceful. Peaceful. How long had it been since I’d known what that felt like?I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, watching Jace move around. He was humming something under his breath, pulling the milk from the fridge. I couldn’t help but smile. He was in his element. We both were.“You’re up early,” I said, my voice a little hoarse from sleep.He looked over his shoulder, that easy grin spreading across his face. “I’ve
ANNA POV.The house felt quieter than usual that afternoon, the kind of quiet that was almost too still. Nathan was glued to the screen, eyes wide as he watched the colorful chaos of the cartoon characters dancing across the TV. I let the background noise of their chatter and music fill the space while I took a moment for myself, scrolling aimlessly through my phone.That’s when it rang.I didn’t recognize the number, but something in my gut told me it was important. Maybe it was the way my pulse quickened, or how I immediately felt the need to answer. So, I swiped right and brought the phone to my ear, still trying to keep one eye on Nathan, who was kicking his legs in excitement.“Hello?” My voice was casual, but my heart was already beginning to race.There was a pause, and then, that voice. Smooth, authoritative, and utterly familiar.“Mr. Lysander here.”My breath caught. I wasn’t sure if it was the shock, the nerves, or the combination of both. I swallowed before speaking agai
JACE POV.The office felt different that morning—brisker, sharper. Maybe it was the way the sky was still heavy with clouds, or maybe it was the silence that met me as I walked into the building, unlike the usual rustle of early morning staff chatter. Everyone was probably already buried in schedules and meetings, which I liked. It meant things were moving.I’d barely settled behind my desk when there was a soft knock on the door.“Come in,” I called, not looking up just yet.The door eased open, and in walked Sophie. Sleek blazer, sharp eyes, and a cup of something steaming in her hand.“Good morning, Mr. Lysander,” she said with that cool, collected smile that was starting to become her signature. She placed the cup gently on the edge of my desk. “Coffee.”I blinked, surprised. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”“I know,” she replied, standing straight with her hands neatly folded in front of her. “But my grandmother used to say—‘A good day starts with coffee, not emails.’ Thought you cou
JACE POV.The morning light spilled through the curtains, and I could hear Anna in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast for Nathan. It was a familiar sound, one I’d grown used to. I leaned over the crib, brushing a hand through Nathan’s messy hair, kissing his forehead as he blinked awake with a sleepy smile.“Be good for mommy today, buddy,” I whispered, feeling the weight of responsibility settle back into my chest.Anna came over and gently cupped my face, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Good luck with everything today, love,” she said, her voice warm and soft, but there was an edge of concern I couldn’t ignore. I could tell she was worried, even if she didn’t voice it.“I’ll be fine,” I assured her, the same words I always used, though today felt different. Maybe it was the new venture. Maybe it was the new faces I was going to meet at the office. After giving Nathan one last hug and a quick nod to Anna, I grabbed my jacket, and heading out the door.The drive in
JACE POV.I used to think I knew what regret felt like.It wasn’t this.Not this bone-deep, breath-stealing ache that bloomed with every word she spoke. Not the kind of regret that made you want to claw through time and tear it apart, just to rewrite the pages where you were absent.Anna sat beside me, her voice soft, unraveling memories she should never have had to carry alone.“I used to cry in the produce aisle.”That was her opening line. No preamble. No soft landing. Just that.And I sat there, stunned, trying to imagine her—my Anna—pregnant and alone in a foreign country, breaking down between stacks of fruit.She kept talking, and each word punched straight through my chest.The whiteboard note. The letters she burned. The silence she filled with her own voice just so the walls would remember her name.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.She looked so calm while she said it all. Like she’d told these stories to herself a thousand times just to survive. Like she’d rehearsed t
ANNA POV.The following weekend, Jace announced—quite dramatically, like he was unveiling a grand plan to summit Everest—that he was taking Nathan out by himself for the first time.“Just me and the bean,” he said, standing at the foot of the bed in his ‘dad mode’ outfit: sneakers, cargo shorts (with so many pockets), and a baby carrier he’d watched three YouTube tutorials on how to wear. “A father-son bonding adventure.”I raised an eyebrow. “Where exactly are you two going on this adventure?”“Nowhere wild,” he said confidently. “Just the farmer’s market. We’ll get some fresh fruit. Maybe bread. Touch grass.”I bit back a grin. “And what will you do if Nathan poops halfway through the stall with the fresh berries?”He faltered. “We—we will embrace the chaos.”God help the farmer’s market.Fifteen minutes later, they were out the door, Nathan happily gurgling in his carrier like he was in for the best time of his life, and Jace giving me a thumbs-up with the determination of a man go
ANNA POV.The day after the name ceremonyThere are many things I expected to deal with after a dramatic naming ceremony involving Jace’s aristocratic parents, a baby, and a last-minute wedding proposal.Cleaning mashed bananas off the ceiling was not one of them.“Jace!” I hollered from the kitchen, holding up the offending evidence between two fingers. “Your son has weaponized his breakfast again.”There was a pause. Then a muffled, “I’m on a call!” floated down the hallway, followed by the unmistakable thump of someone stepping on a squeaky toy.“Tell the board banana takes priority over billion-dollar investments,” I muttered under my breath as I bent down to wipe more goo off the tile floor.Nathan sat in his high chair looking utterly pleased with himself, one cheek squished into a chubby shoulder, his fingers glistening with the remnants of his fruity assault. He looked like a tiny mafia boss who had just executed a plan and was waiting for applause.“You think this is funny,
JACE POV.I stood there, Luciana’s voice echoed in my ears, her demand clear as day: “You’ll remarry. In the Italian tradition. You’ll make it official. Properly. And only then will you have our blessings—for Nathan, and for everything else.”I could feel Anna’s hand in mine, her fingers trembling slightly, but she didn’t pull away. I could feel her trying to process everything, her mind racing just like mine. But as I looked at her, I knew this was the moment. The moment I had to make a choice—not for me, but for Nathan. For us.I glanced at her, and in that brief, fleeting moment, I saw the fear in her eyes—the same fear that I carried, the fear of what we might be sacrificing just to appease these people. But beneath that, I saw something else: trust. She trusted me, even when I didn’t know if I could trust myself in situations like this. And for Nathan, for our future, I knew there was only one thing to do.I stepped forward, my jaw tight, and met Luciana’s gaze, steady and unwa
ANNA POV.The house felt quieter than usual that afternoon, the kind of quiet that was almost too still. Nathan was glued to the screen, eyes wide as he watched the colorful chaos of the cartoon characters dancing across the TV. I let the background noise of their chatter and music fill the space while I took a moment for myself, scrolling aimlessly through my phone.That’s when it rang.I didn’t recognize the number, but something in my gut told me it was important. Maybe it was the way my pulse quickened, or how I immediately felt the need to answer. So, I swiped right and brought the phone to my ear, still trying to keep one eye on Nathan, who was kicking his legs in excitement.“Hello?” My voice was casual, but my heart was already beginning to race.There was a pause, and then, that voice. Smooth, authoritative, and utterly familiar.“Mr. Lysander here.”My breath caught. I wasn’t sure if it was the shock, the nerves, or the combination of both. I swallowed before speaking agai
ANNA POV.It was a quiet morning when I realized how much had changed. Not in some big, dramatic way, but in the small, subtle shifts that marked the kind of growth you can’t measure in days or weeks. More like... a deep breath. Like I could finally breathe again.Jace was in the kitchen, the steady clink of the coffee mug against the counter echoing in the stillness. Nathan was asleep in his crib, the room dark and cozy with only the morning light slipping through the curtains. A breeze ruffled the leaves outside, and everything just felt... peaceful. Peaceful. How long had it been since I’d known what that felt like?I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, watching Jace move around. He was humming something under his breath, pulling the milk from the fridge. I couldn’t help but smile. He was in his element. We both were.“You’re up early,” I said, my voice a little hoarse from sleep.He looked over his shoulder, that easy grin spreading across his face. “I’ve
JACE POV.The morning sunlight streamed in like it had a personal grudge against curtains. Golden and smug, it warmed the edge of our bed where Anna had once claimed a pillow fortress against my roaming legs. Now her defenses were down—literally. A pillow lay abandoned on the floor, and in its place, her foot rested over my calf, delicate but decisive. I didn’t move. Not yet. There was a stillness to the house that came around only at sunrise—before Nathan realized he had lungs and opinions, before Teresa clanged her way through the kitchen like she was trying to scare ghosts out of the cutlery. Just soft breathing. The occasional rustle of bedsheets. Anna’s lashes fluttering against her cheeks as if she were in the middle of a dream she didn’t want to leave. God, I loved this. Six days since the reel. Six days of silence from my family. And somehow… peace. We didn’t say it out loud, but we’d agreed without speaking: no news was better than old wounds opened up again. “J