LOGIN(Sabrina’s POV)We left the castle by boat, because the coastal road flooded whenever it rained hard, and tonight it was raining like the sky had a grudge against the wedding.The storm had been building since dinner. By the time the staff started loading luggage onto the dock, the wind was slamming sideways off the water and two of the string lights along the jetty had already gone dark, swinging loose on their wires.Charlie hauled two suitcases past me, rain sheeting off his shoulders. Tyler stood under the boathouse overhang with his phone against his ear, rerouting cars in three different cities.I pulled my coat tighter and stepped onto the dock behind Adrian. The wood was slick, black with rain, and the boat rocked hard against its mooring posts, its deck lights swinging yellow shapes across the churning water below.“Watch your step,” Adrian said, one hand out toward me without quite touching. “The whole dock’s soaked.”I nodded and kept walking. My heel caught a loose board a
(Sabrina’s POV)Felix told me about the fight while Adrian held an ice pack to Luca’s eyebrow in the sitting room.“He did WHAT?” I stood up so fast the blood rushed from my head and Adrian caught my elbow.“Sit down,” Adrian said firmly.“He PUNCHED him?”“He punched him, headbutted him, got punched back, and Charlie had to carry him out like a suitcase,” Felix reported grimly. “It’s everywhere. Three bridesmaids filmed it. The groom’s father is furious.”I looked at Luca. He was sitting in an armchair with the ice pack pressed to his split eyebrow, and he was looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read.“He asked me how long,” Luca said quietly.I frowned. “How long what?”“How long I’d been sleeping with you.” Luca lowered the ice pack. The cut was angry and red and already swelling. “He said you’re pregnant, Sabrina. He said it’s mine.”The room went very quiet.Felix turned to me slowly. Adrian’s hand tightened on my elbow.“I am pregnant,” I told Luca. “He overheard me talk
(Nate’s POV)The bride and groom kissed and two hundred people cheered. Then Sabrina retreated to her room, leaving the party early.Now was a good time. I poured my fourth bourbon and went to find Luca Ferrante. I found him in the corridor behind the reception hall, leaning against the stone wall with a glass of red wine, his jacket off, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was scrolling through his phone and he looked relaxed and handsome and totally at ease. I hated him so much my temples pulsed.He looked up when he heard my footsteps. There was a half-second where his eyes flicked to my glass, then my face, then back to the glass, doing the math on how many of these I’d had.I set the glass down on a passing tray.“Cooper,” he said evenly.“How long?” I asked simply.He lowered his phone. “How long what?”“You and Sabrina.” I stopped four feet away. There was a ringing behind my ears that wasn’t the string quartet. “How long have you been sleeping with her?”Luca stared at me.
(Sabrina’s POV)Luca met me at the bottom of the stairs and stopped mid-sentence when he saw me.“Hi,” I said.“Hi,” he said back, and his dark eyes traveled down the red dress and back up to my face and he shook his head slowly. “You’re going to cause problems in that.”“Good problems or bad problems?”“Depends on who’s looking.” He offered his arm and I took it, and his hand covered mine on his sleeve.The garden party was string quartet and rose hedges and dancing on a stone terrace and champagne I couldn’t drink. Luca stayed close, his hand finding the small of my back when we moved through the crowd, his fingers pressing gently against the red silk.I could feel Nate before I saw him.He was holding a glass he hadn’t touched, and he was looking at me with an expression I’d never seen on him before. He looked wounded and distant, as if he was studying me through glass he’d put there himself.He thought the baby was Luca’s.I’d made sure of that two hours ago in my room, and it was
(Sabrina’s POV)I was halfway through my hair when someone knocked.“It’s open,” I called, expecting Eric with coffee or Adrian with another vitamin.The door swung inward and Nate walked through it.I spun on the vanity stool so fast the curling iron clattered against the mirror. “What are you doing here?”“Your door was open,” he said, as if that explained anything.“That doesn’t mean you can just—Nate, I’m getting ready.”But he was already inside, and I was too startled to physically remove him, so he stood in the middle of my room looking at everything. My makeup spread across the vanity. My shoes lined up by the wall. The two dresses laid across the bed—the gold and the red—with my jewelry between them.He picked up the gold dress by one strap and held it at arm’s length, tilting his head.“Put that down,” I said sharply.He set it back on the bed and picked up the red one instead, running his thumb along the fabric near the neckline.The gesture was so casual, so weirdly intima
(Nate’s POV)Wedding morning and I was up before dawn because sleep had given up on me entirely.I walked the castle in bare feet and yesterday’s shirt, moving through corridors because moving was better than lying in the dark next to Alexis replaying the cellar and the balcony and Sabrina’s face in candlelight, counting the ways I’d ruined everything until the numbers stopped making sense.I passed a half-open door on the second floor. A sitting room, a fire already crackling in the hearth, the smell of toast and something herbal.Sabrina’s voice stopped me dead.“—better this week, can you please just let me eat in peace?”“I will let you eat in peace,” Adrian said firmly, “when you actually eat.”“I’m eating right now.”“You’re picking at a croissant. Why are you trying to avoid calories?”“Adrian.” She sounded exhausted. “It’s six in the morning.”“Which is why you need to eat now. Before the ceremony.” A pause. The clink of a glass being set down. “For the baby, Sabrina.”I stopp
(Sabrina’s POV)I woke up because there was someone in the room.Not in the room—in the next room. Through the door I could hear the soft give of a couch and the slow constant noise of someone breathing. I tried to sit up, but my chest hurt. My throat felt as if I had swallowed gravel.My hand went
(Nate’s POV)The doctors finished talking but I didn’t move.My grandmother was on a ventilator. She might wake up. She might not. The smoke had done what smoke does. Every hour she stayed under was an hour she might not come back from.That was what the resident said. The resident was twenty-eight
(Sabrina’s POV)I picked up Nate’s pen. The pen I had bought him for our first anniversary, engraved with his initials on the side. He had never used it. The barrel was cold.I signed.I clicked the pen shut and laid it down across the form, right over the word consent.My hand did not shake. I did
(Sabrina’s POV)I didn’t remember climbing the stairs.I remembered the ultrasound in my fist. I remembered my own heartbeat in my ears. I remembered thinking: he already did it. He already did it. He already did it, as I opened the door.Nate looked up from the desk. His hand was on a fresh glass







