LOGINMARY'S POV:Not I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never get hurt again or repeat my foolishness again.Only that she should have stayed with him.Only that it was her fault for leaving.In that instant, I finally understood.To me, a child was the living proof of love. The most precious member of my family. A person I would protect with my life.To Alistair, a child was something else entirely.A child was a chain. A tool. Something he believed could keep me under his control. Something that would trap me in a marriage I no longer wanted.My heart ached for my daughter. The man she called Father had never learned what it truly meant to be one."I'm done," I said."Mary—""Done. With you. With this marriage. With everything.""You don't mean that.""I do mean it. I should have said it a long time ago."I walked toward the door, still wrapped in the towel, my body shaking. He grabbed my arm, his fingers digging into my skin, hard enough to hurt."You're not leaving," he sa
MARY'S POV:But my heart didn't remember.My heart was somewhere else and in a place he couldn't reach.I tried to push him away again, my hands against his chest, but he didn't move. He was too strong, too determined and too convinced that this would fix everything."Please," I whispered. "Please stop. You're hurting me.""I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to help you.""Alistair—""Just relax and trust me. You used to trust me."I closed my eyes.I thought about Elowen. About the way she had asked if Marl could be her father. About the way she had said she didn't want to see me sad anymore. I thought about the life I wanted for her, a life where she didn't have to ask permission to be loved. A life where she didn't have to watch her mother break apart piece by piece.Then I felt his hands freeze and his body went still against mine. His breathing stopped, just for a moment, the air catching in his throat which prompted me to opened my eyes.He was staring down at my body. At th
MARY'S POV: "Don't." I held up my hand, stopping him. "Don't pretend like this is about love. If you loved me, you wouldn't have done any of the things you did." He was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, he shook his head. "I know I've made mistakes," he said. "I know I've hurt you. But that doesn't change the way I feel about you. That doesn't change the fact that you're the mother of my child. That you're my wife.” I opened my mouth to respond, to tell him that words meant nothing, that promises meant nothing, that he had said all of this before and broken every single one. But before I could speak, he moved. His hand came up to my face, cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. The touch was gentle, familiar, the same way he had touched me a thousand times before. My skin remembered it. My body remembered it. I hated that. "You want this too," he murmured, leaning closer. His breath was warm against my skin. "Don't you? Our daughter is so adorable. Haven't
MARY'S POV:I couldn't understand why Alistair was acting like this.After disappearing with Vesper for so long, after missing our daughter's birthday, after leaving me in a jail cell overnight, after throwing parties for another woman and plastering his face across the internet with her at his side, he had suddenly returned as if nothing had ever happened.As if he hadn't broken every promise he had ever made.As if I hadn't spent weeks crying myself to sleep.As if our marriage wasn't already dead and buried.He stood there in the bathroom doorway, fully dressed in his tailored suit, his hair perfectly styled, his shoes polished to a mirror shine. Every inch of him screamed wealth, power, control. He looked like he had just walked out of a board meeting and we not like a man who had been trying to destroy his wife's life.And I was completely naked.The contrast filled me with humiliation. I had been about to step into the shower, my body still damp from the steam, my hair loose aro
ALISTAIR'S POV:I thought about the question she had asked me earlier. About the divorce. About whether I had anything to say.Had she really cheated on me?The thought was unbearable. The thought of her with someone else, her hands on another man's skin, her laughter filling another man's ears which made my blood run cold.I would never allow that to happen.I still believed she loved me. I had to believe it. She had loved me for so long, had given me everything, had built her whole life around me. She simply couldn't accept Vesper's presence yet. Maybe she was confused. Maybe she was lashing out. Maybe another man had taken advantage of that confusion.But she still loved me. She had to.How could I make her stay?My mind wandered back to when she had been pregnant with Elowen. She had been so happy. Every day she clung to me, talked excitedly about the future we would build together. She had been radiant, glowing, full of hope and love and the certainty that everything would work o
ALISTAIR'S POV:I drove home faster than I should have.The streets blurred past, familiar and unfamiliar all at once. I knew this city. I had built my life here, my empire, my reputation. But right now, none of it mattered. All that mattered was getting home.The sun was setting and casting long shadows across the road as I gripped the steering wheel tighter.I thought about Mary. About the way she had looked at me in the bedroom. About the suitcase on the bed, half-filled, waiting. About the coldness in her voice when she had asked me if I had anything to say.She had asked me about divorce.She had asked me if that was the whole reason I had been doing all of this.I hadn't answered. I hadn't known how. Because the truth was, I didn't want a divorce. I had never wanted a divorce. I wanted her. I wanted our life. I wanted everything to go back to the way it was before Vesper came back, before everything fell apart.But I couldn't say that. I couldn't admit that I had made a mistake.
Something in his desperate expression softened her. "Hold on," she murmured gently, stepping away briefly.She returned a moment later pushing a wheelchair. "I'll take you to her. But you have to promise me you'll only stay a few minutes. You need rest too.""Thank you," Elijah breathed, sinking gr
HANNAH'S POV:I inhaled sharply at the memory, and suddenly my chest tightened painfully. My breathing got faster and more shallow."Hannah?" Maya whispered from across the room, taking a tentative step forward. "Babygirl, it's okay. You're safe now. We're all here with you."But it wasn't okay. Be
ELIJAH'S POV:He looked at me for a long moment with those serious eyes that were so much like Hannah's. Then he nodded slowly.I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to bring your mom home. I promise you.""You better," he whispered against my chest.Within minute
HANNAH’S POV: Thankfully. the traffic was merciful that evening. I arrived at Elijah’s office building earlier than expected, the sky painted in soft hues of gold as the sun began to set. I pulled into the parking lot, stepping out with excitement already fluttering in my chest. My phone rang ins







