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Voicemail.

Again.

Nothing.

My jaw clenched.

Then I opened the app connected to the kids’ tablets.

Zion’s location popped up.

Home.

Good.

I stared at that little dot.

Frozo was wrong.

I wasn’t trying to control anybody.

I was their father.

And if Samantha thought she was about to divorce me, fuck my brother, take my kids and build some happy little fucking life like I didn’t exist⁠—

she had another thing coming.

I called an Uber.

Destination?

Home.

SAMANTHA

I was so fucking pissed.

At Xay.

At Levin.

At myself.

Especially myself.

Because out of everything Levin told me, the part that pissed me off the most was realizing I had actually started having feelings for his ass.

Real ones.

Not my husband hurt me, so let me fuck his brother feelings.

Not dickmatized.

I genuinely fucking liked Levin.

And now I felt stupid.

Again.