LOGINEthan’s face morphed into one of ecstasy and despair mixed together. He had found me, he found his son, but he missed the first three years of his son’s life. He missed his birth, my pregnancy, he never got to pick the name.Part of me felt guilty for hiding him away all these years, but I knew in m
It’s been three years since I saw Ethan. Three years since that night when I escaped Andrew. Three years since I found out I was pregnant with Ethan’s son.I named him James.My mother and I had run ‘Wonder Dough’ bakery ever since we escaped. It was flourishing within the new city that we inhabited
I bit my lip, hearing Ethan’s voice was enough to cause my heart to skip a beat.“If you do not back down, I will take one of Ava’s fingers for every failed business deal you cause me,” Andrew growled. I took a step away from the door, still listening. My breathing became ragged.“Why do I care?” Et
Running away from Ethan that night was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. Only followed by having to pretend to be madly in love with Baron.After I left Ethan in the bathroom, I went back to Baron and wrapped my arms around him. The same arms that were previously around Ethan’s shoulder
Barging into the bathroom, I let the tears of stress and heartache flow freely down my face. I gripped the marble countertop and let my head fall as I sobbed. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this.“Ava?” Ethan’s voice echoed in the empty bathroom.I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to see
Baron told me he loved me. He said he always had, even when he knew I was with Ethan. He said he loved me, and I didn’t say it back.I couldn’t even stomach the idea of loving someone like Baron back.“Baron said he loves me,” I told Andrew one night over dinner. My mother took dinner in her room, s
“Did they say what they were looking for?” Ethan prodded, rubbing a comforting hand on her shoulder.Mrs. Hudson looked over at Ethan, eyes wet and wide.“They were looking for you and Ava,” She said.Ethan was taken aback, but I wasn’t all that surprised. It made sense that whoever wanted us on the
“I can do it.” I shuffled closer to Ethan and placed a hand on either side of his head, pressing his shoulders into the floor.Mrs. Hudson didn’t look convinced but she didn’t have much of a choice. She grabbed a pair of medical tweezers and went to work on looking for the bullet.Ethan’s eyes poppe
Mrs. Hudson came waddling down the long hallway to our right, hair in rollers and a fuzzy pink robe wrapped around her short, plump body.Her expression was panicked, face pale and startled as she got closer to us. Ethan laid on the tile floor, blood dripped from the bandage I tried to make and spla
Ethan cocked his head to the side, a low grumble in his voice as he replied, “I spent my teenage years with nothing and no one, you don’t have to do this for money.”The man’s jaw went slack as he regarded Ethan.Ethan, my sweet, sarcastic, and thoughtful husband, was turned into a wild animal at th







