The morning after Talia's live video and the chaos that followed was unusually quiet.
For the first time in weeks, there were no headlines questioning her character, no backhanded stories about the twins' paternity, and no cryptic posts from Vanessa. Just sunlight streaming through the large windows of Ethan's penthouse and the muffled giggles of Luna and Zane crawling toward the kitchen in matching dinosaur pajamas.
Talia stretched her arms out on the kitchen island, sipping her tea while watching Ethan attempt to flip pancakes with both children clinging to his legs.
"You're really letting them win, Mr. Billionaire," she teased, biting into a slice of apple. "You said you ran a company worth billions, but these two have you hostage for blueberries."
Ethan turned, one eyebrow raised as Luna squealed in triumph and stuffed another blueberry into her mouth. "Let the record show, I negotiated a fair trade."
"Mm-hmm. Sounds like you got fleeced."
He smirked. "You're not wrong."
