Zeke's POVAs I held Kamille in my arms, her tears soaking into my shirt, a wave of anguish washed over me. The sight of her, broken and vulnerable, tore at my heartstrings. I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me, knowing that I couldn't take away her pain, couldn't mend her broken heart.I had watched as Kamille rushed out of the restaurant, her tears flowing freely. Seeing her in such distress had stirred up a torrent of emotions within me. Arriving at her home, I helped Kamille out of the car, my heart aching at the sight of her tear-stained face and trembling hands. I had tried to maintain calm when I saw Royer's bloodied face. I have seen men bathed in blood, but none was as gruesome and painful as seeing a little boy in his own blood. Kamille's little boy.“I'm such a bad mom! If only I did not leave my kids to go for dinner, Royer would not have injured himself so badly. How could I have messed this up again?!” As she cried, her words pierced through

Kamille's POVLike a whirlwind, the memory that Zeke is still married to Ellen hit me. How could I have entertained such thoughts, even for a moment? Zeke was a married man, and I was simply his ex and nothing more! What was I even thinking? I let emotions that engulfed me since Royer's accident cloud my mind.Fuck! Turning to Zeke, I managed to compose myself. “I really appreciate your gesture, but don't worry, Zeke. I'll call my friends over and over. I'm sure they'll love to help out with the kids. I don't want to inconvenience you more than I already have.”As I spoke, I located my purse that was brought in by his security alongside the kids. I take out my phone“I'll be waiting outside for you.” He said, taking a step towards the door.I was about to nod, but something inside me hesitated.Did he not hear me turn down his offer? “Zeke.” I called out. “You really do not have to stay.” I said, my voice firm. There's a moment of silence between us, his gaze searching mine for an

Zeke's POVWalking in after Kamille into the room, we saw the kids still playing with themselves despite their tired selves.“We tried to talk them out of it.” Kamille's friend said. That should be Amanda.“It's fine Amy. They'll be staying at Zeke's penthouse not too far from here. I trust you guys to take care of them for me?” She asked, wearing a smile.“Hmm.” They both nodded in response. “We got this.” The other friend concurred.“Thank you Belle.” Kamille replied.As Belle and Amanda prepared to take Roen, Tyris, and Torin to my penthouse, the kids protested, insisting they wanted to stay with Royer. “But Royer needs us.” Torin pleaded, his voice trembling with worry.“And I just want to be with Royer!” Tyris squealed.“Mum, can we not just stay here?” Reon asked with no drama.Before Kamille could respond, I knelt down, meeting their gaze with understanding. “I know you want to be with Royer, but he needs rest right now. My penthouse is just a few steps away from the hospital,

Kamille's POVI had just finished having my bath, stepping out of the bathroom, I couldn't help but allow my eyes linger on on all the things Zeke had put in place for me. He got me toiletries, towels, nightwear, comfortable flips, pillows, the soft bed and even the fact that we were in a private ward in the hospital. He was very thoughtful and caring.Hush now, don't overthink it. I sighed.I dressed up and stepped out of the bathroom back into the room. I looked over at Royer, he was sleeping peacefully.I turned my attention to the bed and tried to smoothen out the wrinkles in the bed. Taking a deep breath, I finally settled into bed, the softness enveloping me like a comforting embrace. “Damn, this is quite relieving.” I whispered to myself.The entire day was dramatic enough and all I needed was a peaceful night's rest. But before I could grace that realm, my phone buzzed with a flurry of notifications. Frowning, I picked it up to see a string of missed calls and texts from Chr

Kamille's POVAs I walked back into the hospital room, memories of the past flooded my mind, each one more bittersweet than the last. I couldn't help but think back to the early days of the Reid Children Foundation, when Zeke and I had just started the organization together.I remembered the excitement and anticipation we had felt as we worked tirelessly to gather the first set of drugs and supplies for the foundation's inauguration. Despite my confusion over why the foundation had been started after our marriage, I had obediently followed Zeke's lead.But even as we worked side by side, there had always been a distance between us, a coldness in Zeke's demeanor that I couldn't quite understand. Our arranged marriage had never been based on love, and the rumors that had circulated about us in the blogosphere only served to deepen the divide between us.Now, as I lay down on the bed and pulled the covers tightly around me, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that enveloped me lik