At exactly eight, the door revealedn guiding their giggling daughter inside. Eleanor watched as their little girl, her hair in two yful pigtails, bounced into the foyer with a pink stuffed bunny clutched in her arms.


    Eleanor moved closer, wanting nothing more than to gather her up in a hug.


    But Evelyn''s small hands pushed her away. She pouted, ring up at her mother. "Hmph, I don''t want a hug from you, Mommy."


    Eleanor''s arms froze in midair, awkward and empty. At that moment,n knelt down beside their daughter, his tall frame folding gracefully as he spoke to her in a gentle, soothing voice. "Evelyn."


    Evelyn''s lips trembled, and she buried her face into her father''s embrace, her eyes growing red and watery.


    A sharp ache twisted in Eleanor''s chest. Her five-year-old had spent three years under Vanessa''s quiet influence—it was Eleanor''s own fault, not Evelyn''s.


    Swallowing hard, Eleanor managed to speak. "Joslyn, could you give Evelyn her bath in a bit?"


    "Yes, ma''am," Joslyn replied with a nod.


    As soon as Eleanor stepped away, the living room filled with the sound of her daughter''s delightedughter andn''s deep, affectionate voice.


    The media had calledn a doting father on more than one asion, and Eleanor couldn''t have agreed more.


    Of all souls walking this earth, none held dominion overn''s affections like his daughter - this was the first andstw of his heart.


    Leaning against the doorframe, Eleanor drifted into memory.


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    Whenn finally woke, he epted her confession. Despite his mother''s fierce objections, he married Eleanor anyway. Their daughter was born a yearter; it should have made their marriage perfect.


    But when Evelyn turned two,n''s relentless business trips began, and Evelyn started to shy away from her mother for reasons Eleanor couldn''t fathom.


    It took two years for her to realize that another woman had slipped into the role of mother in her daughter''s life.


    Vanessa―a celebrated concert pianist, the darling of the art world, andn''s long- cherished dream.


    Now, she was Mrs. Shannon in Evelyn''s eyes, the subject of all her adoration.


    Eleanor wandered downstairs to get a ss of water. Just as she rounded the corner, she overheardn on the phone.


    "Yeah, I know. I''ll remind her to brush her teeth."


    "And don''t forget to put ointment on your finger. Follow the doctor''s orders and don''t be stubborn."


    A bitter smile tugged at Eleanor''s lips. He was talking to Vanessa.


    Vanessa always remembered to remind Evelyn about brushing her teeth. It wasn''t hard to guess what that meant: Evelyn had probably had dinner with her tonight and indulged in plenty of sweets-Vanessa''s favorite way to win her over.


    "Don''t stay upte. Get some sleep. Goodnight." Ian finished the call and headed for the stairs.


    He turned, spotting Eleanor, and for a moment his handsome features stiffened. "You''ll put Evelyn to bed tonight. I have a conference call and might bete."


    He nced at the calendar, frowning slightly. "Today''s the eighth."


    "I''lle to your room when I''m done." With that,n disappeared down the hall. The eighth-the scheduled night.


    She remembered the night she''d broken down in tears, demanding that they at least be together four times a month. Ian had agreed, marking it on the calendar: the 1st, 8th, 16th, and 26th. If he was home, he had to honor the arrangement.


    "I''m exhausted. Let''s just skip tonight," Eleanor called after his retreating figure. Later, Joslyn carried a freshly bathed Evelyn into the bedroom. Eleanor sat on the bed, waiting with her daughter''s favorite picture book.


    "Evelyn,e here. Mommy will read you a story," she said with a hopeful smile. Evelyn turned to Joslyn instead. "Auntie, I want my little dinosaur."


    "I''ll go get it for you," Joslyn replied, stepping out.


    Eleanor waited patiently. Soon, Evelyn mbered onto the bed, hugging a plush dinosaur to her chest-a gift from Vanessa for her fourth birthday overseas. These days, Evelyn couldn''t sleep without it.


    Under the warm light, Evelyn smelled sweet and clean from her bath, her hair soft and damp. Eleanor couldn''t help but press a kiss to her daughter''s head.


    But Evelyn immediately pushed her away. "Don''t kiss me, Mommy."


    Eleanor''s heart clenched.


    "Evelyn..."


    "You''re never here for me. You don''t buy me treats. You don''t even like me. So I don''t want to like you either." Evelyn crossed her arms and pouted defiantly.


    The pain in Eleanor''s chest was almost physical. She reached out, wanting tofort her, but Evelyn only grew more upset, her face crumpling as she let out a wailing cry. "Daddy, I want Daddy! I want Daddy to tuck me in!"


    It didn''t take long forn''s tall figure to appear in the doorway. Evelyn scrambled


    off the bed and ran straight into his arms. He scooped her up, his voice gentle. "What''s wrong, sweetheart?"


    "I want to sleep with you, Daddy. I don''t want Mommy," Evelyn whimpered, snuggling close.


    Evelyn nodded eagerly.


    Eleanor shifted over, making space for them. Only then did Evelyn finally settle under the covers.ny down on the other side, stretching out his arm so Evelyn could curl up against him.


    His arm was long, and as he settled in, his fingers brushed Eleanor''s shoulder. She tensed, inching closer to the edge of the bed.


    Evelyn made a few contented, cat-like noises and burrowed into her father''s warmth, quickly drifting off.


    Eleanor closed her eyes, quietly waiting forn to leave.


    About twenty minutester, with Evelyn sound asleep,n gently withdrew his arm, tucked the nket around his daughter, and bent to kiss her head.


    Eleanor knew he usually kissed her too, but she rolled over, turning her back to him.


    Once she heard his footsteps fade down the hall, Eleanor finally turned, reaching out to pull her daughter close.


    Evelyn''s tiny hand found her mother''s face, searching forfort, that familiar, soft cheek pressing into Eleanor''s embrace-just as she had as a baby.


    Eleanor rested her forehead against her daughter''s, the little girl she''d carried for nine long months, the one she''d risked everything to bring into this world.


    If she could only take one thing from this marriage, it would be her daughter. Vanessa could have the title of Mrs. Goodwin if she wanted, but if she thought she could take Eleanor''s little girl-she was sorely mistaken.