LOGINEmma's POV
I woke up on the couch. Specifically, I woke up against Dominic on the couch, my head on his chest, his arm around me, both of us having fallen asleep somewhere after ten without negotiating it. I don't move. I do a very careful inventory of how this feels, the way you test ice before you step on it. It feels like the most natural thing I've experienced in years. That's the problem.Emma’s POVI stared at the words.This is going to be a problem.For a moment, I couldn’t speak.The city lights blurred beyond the balcony.The paper trembled slightly in my hands.Not because of the wind.Because of me.I looked up at Dominic.“You wrote this the night we signed the contract?”He nodded.I blinked.“Why?”A small smile appeared on his face.The kind he only showed me.“Because I met you.”I laughed softly.Half emotional.Half disbelieving.“That’s not an answer.”“It is.”I looked back at the contract.At the seven words hidden in the margin.Months ago, I walked into his office terrified.Desperate.Certain I was making the biggest mistake of my life.Meanwhile, he had already seen a problem coming.Not the pregnancy.
Emma’s POVFor a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong.I stared at Dominic.Waiting for him to explain.Waiting for him to tell me there was some misunderstanding.Some mistake.Some ridiculous rumor that nobody would believe.Instead, his expression remained grim.Serious.Real.“What do you mean?”My voice sounded distant.Like it belonged to someone else.Dominic looked down at the phone.Then back at me.“The article claims the surrogacy contract makes you a carrier only.”I blinked.Once.Twice.The words refused to make sense.“What?”His jaw tightened.“They’re arguing that because the embryos weren’t genetically yours, you don’t have legal parental rights.”The nursery suddenly felt too small.Too hot.Too difficult to breathe in.I looked to
Emma’s POVI knew something was wrong before Dominic came home.The feeling settled in my stomach around six o’clock.A quiet uneasiness.The kind that appears before bad news.The twins were in the nursery.Mrs. Kowalski was helping the nanny with dinner.I was sitting at the kitchen island pretending to work on wedding invitations.Pretending.Because I’d read the same card six times.My phone buzzed.Dominic.I answered immediately.“Hey.”“Emma.”The second I heard his voice, my heart dropped.Something had happened.“What is it?”A pause.Then—“I’ll be home in twenty minutes.”That wasn’t an answer.“Dominic.”Another pause.Longer this time.“The hearing got moved.”I straightened.“What?”“Tomorrow morning.”The invita
Dominic’s POVFor a moment, nobody spoke.The silence inside Eric’s office felt suffocating.I stared at him.Trying to understand what he had just said.Trying to convince myself I’d heard wrong.“You arranged it.”Eric shrugged.“As much as anyone can arrange something.”My hands clenched into fists.Marcus stepped forward.“What exactly does that mean?”Eric looked completely relaxed.Like we were discussing quarterly profits instead of years of manipulation.“It means I made sure Emma was assigned to that dinner.”My jaw tightened.“Why?”The question came out colder than I intended.Eric smiled faintly.“Because I knew you’d notice her.”That answer somehow made everything worse.“You expect me to believe that?”“No.”His gaze stayed steady.“I expect you to investi
Dominic’s POVThe room went silent.Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.My eyes stayed on the document sitting on the table between us.A single folded sheet of paper.Nothing remarkable about it.And yet somehow it felt heavier than everything else we’d dealt with over the last few months.Emma sat beside me.I could feel the tension radiating from her.The hurt.The betrayal.The confusion.I wanted to take all of it away.Instead, I reached for the document.Blake didn’t stop me.Didn’t say a word.I unfolded it slowly.Marcus moved closer.Emma leaned forward.The first thing I saw was a name.A familiar name.For a second, my brain refused to process it.Then it did.And I felt something cold settle in my chest.“No.”Marcus took the paper from my hand.
Emma’s POVI stared at the message.Over and over again.The words didn’t change.Emma.We need to talk.It’s about what I did to you and James.My hands were shaking.Not violently.Just enough that I noticed.Enough that Dominic noticed too.He gently took the phone from my hand and read the message himself.The second he finished, his jaw tightened.“Absolutely not.”I blinked.“What?”“You’re not meeting him alone.”I almost laughed.Only Dominic could jump straight to that conclusion.“I haven’t even replied.”“Good.”He set the phone on the coffee table.“As far as I’m concerned, that’s where it stays.”I folded my arms.“That’s not realistic.”“It is if I throw it into the river.”Despite everything, I smiled.Just a little.Dominic noticed.His expression softened.Only for a moment.Then the concern returned.“Emma.”“I know.”“No, I don’t
Emma's POV Wednesday I go to the patisserie and Celeste takes one look at me and says, "You're different again." "Good morning to you too." "Sit. Coffee." She pours my decaf without asking. "Different how. Tell me." "I'm the same."
Dominic's POVI call Dr. Reeves myself after Emma goes to rest, not to interfere. Just to understand. There's a difference and Emma would agree with the distinction if I explained it, which I won't unless she asks because she doesn't need to know every way I'm paying attention.
Emma's POVTuesday morning I wake up and he's already gone, not gone gone. His side of the bed is warm still, which means recently, and there's water on my nightstand that wasn't there when I fell asleep. I lie there and look at the ceiling and think about the fact that I said *his
Dominic's POVShe doesn't mention the word on the way home, neither do I.It sits between us in the car, not awkwardly, just present, the way significant things sit after you've said them. They don't need repeating. They just need time to settle into the shape of the room.







