LILY

Three days ago, Ryan called me to ask if it would be okay for his mom to come stay with us for a while. He explained that she needed a break from the paparazzi and a change of scenery, something to help keep her mind off everything. Plus, spending time with the kids would help lift her spirits. I had no problem with it. I completely understood what she was going through. After all, being betrayed by someone you've loved deeply and devoted your life to is something no one should have to face. I was more than fine with her staying for as long as she needed.

The kids adore her, so I figured it would be nice for everyone. On top of that, having her here meant Ryan would be around more often, and I desperately needed that. Ever since his father passed away, it feels like I barely see my husband anymore. I thought it was the perfect solution-for everyone.

At first, it seemed like a good idea. But soon enough, she started to become more of a burden than a help. I know she's grieving and dealing with a lot of emotional pain, and I've been doing my best to be patient with her. I didn't want to bring her behavior up to Ryan because I knew it wasn't easy for her either. But lately, she's been testing my limits. Her attitude has become more and more difficult to overlook, and it's getting harder to keep my frustration to myself.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Ryan stepped out, a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his skin still damp from the shower. This was his first time back in Canada since the news about Maya had surfaced. His mother had arrived earlier, escorted by his security team.

"You want to explain why you didn't tell me what's been going on with you?" I asked.

He paused mid-step, his hand resting on the knot of the towel. "I was going to tell you when I got home," he said, the words sounding more like a weak excuse than an explanation.

I wasn't convinced. "When did you find out about Maya?" I pressed, unwilling to let this slide.

Ryan let out a long, tired sigh. "Can we not argue about this right now?" he mumbled, walking into the closet, clearly hoping to end the conversation. But I wasn't backing down. I followed him. His back stiffened slightly, a clear sign that he knew I wasn't going to drop it. He was trying to dodge the question, but I wasn't about to let that happen. "When did you find out, Ryan?" I repeated, more insistent this time.

"The week you visited New York," Ryan finally admitted with a heavy sigh, turning to face me.

My eyes widened in shock. "Wow... so you've known for that long and still didn't tell me anything?"

He closed the gap between us, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. "I'm not going to make excuses for keeping things from you, which is why I'm going to apologize instead. I'm sorry."

I wanted to accept his apology, but I still needed an explanation. "Why didn't you just tell me, Ryan?"

He hesitated before answering, his eyes flickering with frustration. "Because every time I tried, Amell would somehow show up. Either he'd call or you'd be with him, and yeah, I'm a jealous man. I can't help but get angry when it happens."

Amell again. I sighed. "He's not a problem, Ryan. He never has been." I knew his suspicion came from what happened with Jake, and I understood that fear. "Amell's not interested in me, and I don't care about his past. I'm not going to let the kids get close to him the way I let them with Jake. I learned my lesson."

exhausting. I needed him to understand

wanted to make sure I truly understood. "I feel uncomfortable every

my lips together, taking in the man standing before me the man I'd fallen in love with, who, despite his good heart, sometimes let his emotions get the better of him. He was trying to make a point, but I couldn't let his insecurities keep dictating my

to help him pick out furniture today, just like I promised him I

brightened immediately. "Really?" he asked,

us. "this has to be the last

I'd set, but I wasn't going to let him brush it aside

me making a big deal out of it, or throwing a fit every time you have a late meeting with your secretary or a female colleague. I trust you, and that's what matters. So I won't stand by and

processing my words, before finally nodding in agreement. "I will," he said, his voice softening as he stepped closer. He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me into a warm

"I'm sorry for being a jealous jerk all this time," he murmured,

my chest as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You sure

us finally easing as he let go of me and turned back to getting dressed for the day. I watched him

my arms as I watched him button up his shirt. "While we're

glanced at me through the mirror, his brow slightly furrowed in curiosity. "What about her?" he asked, clearly wanting to know what was bothering

took a deep breath. "I don't like the way she talks to me in my own home," I pointed out. "I'm only tolerating it because she is your mother, but honestly, she snaps at me over every little thing, and I don't like

his hair

hair. "She literally snaps at me too over any little thing," he confessed, a hint of frustration in his voice." think she's just hurt by everything that's happened. But I will definitely talk to her about it. She can't inconvenience you in your

feeling a little more at ease. I lifted his head gently and placed a soft kiss on his

slightly. "I'm going to check on the boys," he said, giving me a

attention to getting ready for the day. I didn't have much

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we grab a drink, which I agreed to, not because I

alone with Amell,

persuading me to stay, but I refused, insisteing that I needed to get back home to my husband

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had grabbed for everyone. Stepping out, I immediately noticed that Ryan's SUV wasn't in the garage.

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