Caleb POVCassy is this life's gift to me that I don't think I would ever deserve, but I will be forever grateful. I was about to kiss her when we heard a commotion outside our door and Oakley's muffled voice calling out to us. "Open the door! We're here!" We smiled at each other before I trotted to the door, where I opened it a crack. As usual, our Oakley acted like she owned the place. She flung the door wide open, ignoring me. Her eyes lit up when she saw her mother. "Mommy!" Oakley cried and raced to her waiting mom. My son did the same. He ran behind his sister toward their mother.The gamut of emotions flitting across Cassy's face at the sight of our kids was marvelous to watch.I was standing by the door awestruck as I watched them. Oakley sat on the V of her mother’s legs while Cassy pulled her hair with a brush to tie it in a ponytail. Joachim, on the other hand, made himself comfortable in our bed. He was lying on his side, playing with his Rubik’s cube. “Mommy,

Cassy POVCaleb stroked the rubber band he put on my ring finger earlier with the tip of his finger. “I was surprised Oakley did not comment about it during breakfast.” He commented. I smiled when he took my hand, intertwined our fingers, and placed it on his thigh.“Your hands feel clammy,” Caleb commented.I pressed my lips together and nodded. We were already inside the van that would bring us to the courthouse. We were sitting on the front with Caleb manning the steering wheel. From time to time, C would release my hand when he needed it for the gear stick. When the van stopped at a red light, Caleb leaned close to whisper in my ear. “Are you worried?” I shook my head. “I had long ago accepted that your mother and I would never have any relationship besides being in-laws. I was more worried about the kids and my parents’ reaction if your mother starts acting up.” I whispered back. Caleb squeezed my hands. “Don't worry about Wax and Oaks. The courthouse has an indoor p

Cassy POVThe staff guided Rosalie Kingston Pierre to the chair directly opposite Caleb and me.Her gaze swept on me frostily. Her look made me feel a little stuffy inside. Caleb, all the while, kept stroking my ring finger with the rubber band as a quiet assurance. I watched as Mrs. Kingston placed her well-manicured hands atop the table, one after another, and pinned Caleb with a glare. “I thought you don’t want me near you. Why summon me here?” There was so much hurt in her voice that I remembered what Judge Kingston said to Oakley earlier. Rosalie loves her son. Caleb’s body became rigid. The hands that gripped mine hardened in tension. “If it were up to me, I do not want anything to do with you after the stunt you pulled, but my in-laws wanted this meeting,” Caleb explained and gestured to my parents. “What for? So, you can gloat?” Rosalie cast a frosty glare at my mother, who looked taken aback by the unexpected attack. My mother clung to my father’s hand, and her reacti

Cassy POVMy eyes alternated like a ping pong ball from my brother to Caleb. Both looked quite shaken by what Rosalie Kingston revealed on this table. Who wouldn’t? Rosalie’s revelations were anchored on a deeply rooted hate for my family. At one point, I could understand her pain, but wallowing in anger for too long was her choice. 

Amanda POVWhen we got off our high, I turned to him to ask languidly.“I thought you left for work?” Adam, since the day he kidnapped me at the airport, had been coming home to me every night. He spends the night and makes love to me without saying anything. By morning, he would leave. We didn’t get back. He never implied anything to clarify what was happening between us, but I was hoping and dreading it, at the same time. Instead of replying to my question, Adam grunted and rolled off from me. Then, he settled on his back.I watched him longingly and felt a pinprick of pain in my chest. So near, yet so far. Adam is like my moon. He was so near. I could almost touch him, but when I reached out my arms, he was unattainable. So far. Adam again rolled on the bed. Now, he was lying face down on the bed. His hand moved to my chest. I thought he would fondle my b*easts, bu