The Next Morning, Wolfe Manor
Talia woke up to two things: the scent of pancakes drifting in from the kitchen… and her phone blowing up.
Twenty-three missed calls.
Seventeen text messages.
Mia:
"Girl, are you seeing this mess online?"
Her heart skipped. She sat up, the twins still asleep in their cribs beside her bed. She unlocked her phone, and there it was, the headline plastered on every gossip blog and entertainment outlet*.
"CEO Love Triangle? Vanessa Hart Spotted Outside Wolfe Manor With a Ring!"
Beneath it, an old picture of Vanessa kissing Ethan at some gala… and then another, zoomed-in shot from yesterday when she showed up at the gate.
Talia blinked, fury rising. "Oh, hell no."
Just then, Ethan entered with breakfast on a tray, yes, the billionaire CEO who ran empires was currently balancing pancakes and baby bottles like a dad of the year.
"Good morning," he said, placing the tray on the table, "I made.."
