“Never!”          He got up and stood in front of her. Shawn’s expression was harsh, cold. His eyes had that icy look that she had seen so many times. Isabelle had expected Shawn's reaction, she was prepared for it. She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm while talking to him.“Shawn, please... I have to know...”“Know what, Isabelle? What in the world can this psychopath tell you? Why are you allowing him to keep hurting you over and over again?”“Sweetheart, you know how much I loved my father. Before that fatal night, flaws and all, he was my hero. After he got sick, I’ve started noticing a certain behavior, finding out things about him that were hurtful. His words to me were like sharp knives through my heart.”          Isabelle took a deep breath. She won’t cry, otherwise, Shawn wou

          On Villa Mimosa’s terrace, Marie and Christopher were sitting, chatting, and looking at the adults and children who were laughing, talking, and playing on the lawn and in the small treehouse. The image of the Grayson Trio, with their spouses and children, made Marie smile proudly.“Three generations of Grayson under the same roof and at the same time...” she whispered trying to hold back the tears.          Chris pulled her lightly towards him and kissed her temple. Like his wife, Chris too was very happy to have everyone there with them. The opportunities were extremely rare, especially those of seeing Richard, Christine, and the girls back to the States for a vacation.          But after all that had happened at Audrey's birth, all of them had started to appreciate their family time much m

          Isabelle's cheeks changed color. He smiled. Even now, after all this time, she was getting embarrassed easily whenever he would get pretty… aroused. She was his woman; he had done things with her that he hadn’t done with another woman. Shawn had told her things about him that others didn’t know. Isabelle was the keeper of his life.          Unfortunately, their sexual life suffered a slight change since she had the baby. He knew it would happen, he knew that Isabelle's hormonal swings could lead to this point, but it was so difficult being next to her and not making love to her.          Every night he was sleeping beside her, holding her in his arms, kissing her, caressing her, speaking to her softly, but that was about it. Between the two of them, there was a delightfully painful game of coddling, caress