When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Elena shrugged, rose, and moved toward the door. "Suit yourself." Her heels clicked away, leaving Wren alone with the low hum of the television and a silence thick enough to drown in.

He called after her, the words escaping before he could rein them in. "About the boys... I know you carried the burden alone, and it shouldn't have fallen all on you."

Back then, Wren had barely lifted a finger with the children. A full-time nanny, he reasoned, meant parenting was effortless.

Now the boys towered above his shoulder, yet they still kept him up at night. Only now did he grasp how brutal motherhood could be.

Elena paused, spine straight, but never turned. She strode on.

Outside, the winter wind carved at her face like glass shards. Every gust howled across the courtyard's empty flagstones.

The butler scrambled behind her, umbrella snapping open, trying to shield her from the icy blade of air.

"It's only wind," she said, flicking her wrist dismissively.

The butler lowered the umbrella, uncertain.

Elena let the gale slash her skin until numbness turned to a strange, welcome calm.

For years, she had bent over backward inside the Rainsworth household; no acknowledgment came from in- laws, from staff, not even from her own husband.

Wren seemed different now, yes, but the revelation arrived far too late to matter.

every major feed screamed the headline. Viewers blinked, stunned, thumbs hovering over

wished Nicholas might still

that piece was in a car crash at dawn— rushed into

through Cecilia, her breath catching. "How could

shrug, whispering,

pressing for details

"Boss, has Sven texted or

"Not yet. Don't fret, Lottie. Calvin said Sven is safe, so safe he must be. If he's staying silent, there's a reason neither of us

Charlotte's eyes, disappearing almost the

hard. "Got it,

trilled, slicing the

up

"Boss—it's Sven!"

device to her ear, Charlotte hurried toward the

disappear, Cecilia's heart lifted in

hallway, Charlotte's voice trembled across the line.

voice reached her through the receiver-low, familiar, yet bearing a new tempered warmth. know these past weeks musthave left you sick

him alive, Charlotte felt her

only hearing from you now?" Her words scraped

walk you

said