The morning air at the Wolfe residence buzzed with quiet energy. Talia, dressed in a sleek black loungewear set, was hunched over her sketchpad at the dining table while Luna clutched her leg, babbling nonsense, and Zane snored softly in his bassinet nearby.
It was the first peaceful moment in three days.
Until Mia burst through the front door like a whirlwind.
"Okay, don't freak out," she said, dramatically tossing her bag onto the couch.
Talia blinked, already bracing herself. "You can't say that and expect me not to freak out."
Mia shoved her phone in Talia's face.
A headline glared back at her from the screen:
"CEO Ethan Wolfe's Baby Mama or Gold Digger? Inside the Real Story Behind Talia James."
Talia's stomach dropped.
There were photos, some from the pop-up event, others clearly taken outside the Wolfe residence. A shot of her entering Ethan's car. One blurry photo of them kissing in a park. Another of her carrying the twins, looking exhausted.
