Chapter Thirty-one

The day he came to Houston…

Nikolai still refuses to accept that Belle’s gone. There were a million possibilities that were forming in his head.

Waking up was a challenge when the first thing he had to do every morning was to face his son alone. There may be a million possibilities, but the reality was too hard to accept. Coming home with his son and putting the search on hold was the hardest decision he had ever made.

“Nikolai.”

Stella’s face was the last thing he was expecting when he arrived. He handed his sleeping son to his new nanny. “Please let him rest. Let me know if he cries.”

Stella scrutinized the clueless child until Liam was out of sight.

“We need to talk-”

“I’m tired, Stella.” He interrupted. He didn’t want to argue or even have a discussion at the moment.

His body has reached its limits in terms of physical and emotional exhaustion. Nikolai’s body feels like and looks like a walking zombie with his crumpled clothes.

“Alright. I understand. I just want to see you and