Amelia’s POVBlair squeezed my hand. "You're not being foolish, Amelia. It's natural to let your guard down when you connect with someone. But this whole situation with Jenna… yeah, it's a major curveball.""Exactly," I said, wiping away a stray tear with the back of my hand. "I don't even know what to think.""He did apologize, right?" Blair pressed gently."Yes," I admitted. "He said he messed up."Blair squeezed my shoulder gently. "You know, you don't have to rush into anything," she said. "Take your time to process this. Talk to Eddie when you're ready, but don't let him pressure you."I nodded again, a wave of gratitude washing over me for having Blair by my side. "I know," I said. "It's just… I thought things were going so well with him. We just confessed our feelings for each other, and now this.""Yeah, it's definitely a curveball," Blair agreed. "But listen Amelia," she said, her voice firm now, "you deserve someone who is honest with you, someone who respects you. And if Ed

Amelia's POVI laughed, a genuine sound that filled the sterile hospital room. Despite the tension of the conversation, it was comforting to know Dad still had my back, ready to step in like a knight in shining armor if needed.Just then, a knock on the door interrupted our moment. It creaked open to reveal a tall man in a crisp white coat, his face etched with a mixture of seriousness and professional optimism. It was Dr. Davies, Mom's new oncologist."Amelia, Mr. Johnson," he greeted us with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "May I come in?""Of course, Doctor," Dad said, gesturing him inside.Dr. Davies pulled up a chair and settled in, his gaze moving between us in a way that suggested he knew about our recent conversation, or at least sensed the emotional undercurrent in the room."I have some news," he began, his voice gentle yet firm. "We've been closely monitoring Mrs. Johnson's response to the new treatment plan, and I'm happy to report that there are some posi

Jenna’s POVMy eyes narrowed at James' accusation. He was right, of course. Her sudden appearance, the calculated sweetness towards Chloe – it was all a carefully crafted performance aimed at worming her way back into Eddie's life. But to have it called out so blatantly by a mere assistant irked me.A sharp laugh escaped my lips, tinged with a bitterness that surprised even me. "Worm my way back in? Please, James. Like Eddie ever truly left?"His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might actually take a swing at me. His loyalty to Eddie was admirable, even if it was a little misplaced."That's a matter of opinion," he finally growled, his voice strained."Oh, honey," I drawled, stepping closer to him and lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's not pretend we both don't know the truth. The business, the stress, the constant travel – it all took its toll. Eddie needed an escape, a release, and that's where I came in."His fists tightened at his sides, and I knew I

Jenna’s POVAfter cleaning up Chloe’s room, I tiredly made my way downstairs. Nothing could have ever prepared me for how energetic a child could be and how exhausting it is trying to keep up with them.The house was quiet now, an unsettling silence that contrasted the earlier whirlwind of bedtime stories and sugar highs.Following a sliver of light emanating from beneath the closed study door, I found Eddie slumped over his desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey keeping him company. A flicker of concern warred with a surge of anger. Here he was, drowning his sorrows with alcohol, while I, the responsible one, had been the one putting Chloe to bed.Pushing the door open a crack, I called out hesitantly, "Eddie?"My voice echoed in the stillness of the room, but he didn't stir. He looked awful, his usually neatly styled hair mussed, his tie loosened, and his face etched with a combination of fatigue and despair. There was something in his hand. It was an old picture, an extremely old one

Eddie’s POVAmelia had left a gaping hole in my heart."But will she ever come back?" Chloe persisted, her lower lip trembling slightly."I… I don't know, sweetheart," I admitted, the truth a bitter pill to swallow. A heavy sigh escaped Chloe's tiny lips. "Okay," she mumbled, staring out the window with a wistful expression. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken emotions.Reaching over, I squeezed her hand gently. "Look," I began, my voice softened with love. "No matter what happens with Amelia, you'll always be my little girl. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you. Always."Chloe looked at me, a flicker of reassurance sparking in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper."Really," I confirmed, my voice firm with conviction. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, you know that?"She nodded slowly, a small smile gracing her lips. For a moment, the tension seemed to ease, a fragile connection established between us.Reaching t