CAIN'S POV
If someone had told me three years ago that I’d have a kid and a woman I’d do anything for, I’d have laughed in their face—or maybe snapped their head off.
Back then, I wasn’t the type to care much about socializing or relationships.
But everything changed the moment I walked into her suite.
The thing that made me come back wasn’t her beauty—it was her voice, her vulnerability, and the way she clung to me, as if I was the only thing keeping her afloat.
“Hey, you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, right?”
Those words haunted me, pulling me back to her even when I tried to stay away. She was drunk that night—same as me—but for entirely different reasons.
To this day, I blame myself for making her a mother and being the reason she was sent away.
But now, she’s here, and sh
