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."

but it was exhausting. I needed him to understand that not every man in

voice firmer than before, as if he wanted to make sure I truly understood. "I feel uncomfortable every single time

emotions get the better of him.

out furniture today, just like I promised him I would.

he

the last time you try to interfere or end any friendship

but I wasn't going to let

work around women all the time. You don't see 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 let you keep acting like every man who comes near me is a threat. You need to start working on your

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

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

chest as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You sure were," I teased, though there was a softness in my voice

turned back to getting dressed for the day.

I watched him button up his shirt. "While we're at it," I began slowly, choosing my words carefully, "I think we need to have a conversation

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

for his hair comb

little thing," he confessed, a hint of frustration in his voice." think she's just hurt by everything

his head gently and placed a soft kiss on

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

I didn't have much planned-just a furniture shopping trip with Amell and his sister, which felt

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promised Amell. I accompanied him to pick out the furniture for his sister, and after that, he suggested we grab a drink, which I agreed to, not because I had any intention of staying, but because the weather

his sister excused herself to use the restroom. Left alone

order, and after that I told Amell I was leaving. He tried persuading me to stay, but I refused, insisteing that

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out, I immediately noticed that Ryan's SUV wasn't in the garage. The absence of that car was a clear sign

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