Stephanie's POV

It had been two weeks since that dinner with Gregory, and my heart had not stopped racing since.

He had been a different man since then. Attentive, patient, and unrelenting in showing just how sorry he was.

From sending flowers every morning, to dropping by with my favorite pastries, to planning little spontaneous dates that always managed to catch me off guard.

Gregory had transformed into a version of himself I never knew existed.

Even Davies noticed, and strangely, they both seemed to be coexisting well, forming some kind of tentative friendship bound by the children they shared.

And then there were the stolen kisses.

Soft, sometimes teasing,...