POV: Adriana — One Year Later: The Little Miss Wolfe
It had been seven months since I gave birth to our baby girl. Seven months since our bundle of joy came into our lives.
Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the ceiling, wondering if this life is real.
If this life she was living was actually hers.
If this peace is real.
After everything Darius and I went through, all the problems we had had to face—Maximus, Victor Reed, Ben, the lies, the threats, the pain, and even Regina before she changed—I had learned not to trust happiness too easily. I had fought for love with everything in me. I had fought for my life. For my heart. For my family.
And now… here I was.
I was safe.
I was loved.
And I was finally at peace.
Sometimes it felt so unreal. Or fe
