Evelyn's POV
I stood at the door of the playroom, watching as Calvin gently comforted our daughter. My heart clenched with conflicting emotions as I observed his tenderness with Alexis, our little girl who had no idea he was actually her father. The milk bottle I held felt heavy in my hand, a physical reminder of the weight of secrets between us.
When his eyes met mine across the room, I felt that familiar pull. I quickly shook off the feeling.
"Here's your milk, Alexis," I handed her the bottle. "Rowan, Rhys, don't forget your juice."
After making sure the children were taken care of, I turned to Calvin.
"Would you mind joining me in the study? There's something we need to discuss."
Once the door closed behind us, I didn't waste time with pleasantries.
"From now on,
