Sitting around the table that night, surrounded by people who had become my chosen family, I felt a deep sense of gratitude.
Elle and her family left two days after Christmas.
Later that same day, Cole stopped by with his brother and invited me to come over for New Year’s Eve at Liam’s house.
I accepted.
On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, I drove down to Liam’s house with Geeta, Lucas, and Emma. The moment we arrived, I couldn’t help staring at the place. His house was enormous, with large windows in almost every room offering sweeping views of the ocean and the island beyond. The scenery alone made the entire place feel almost unreal.
After dinner, I slipped into the kitchen to refill my glass with water.
Liam was there, leaning casually against the counter.
“I’m so glad you joined us for the New Year, Jiya,” he said.
“I’m surprised you invited me after my first interaction with you,” I replied honestly.
“How could I not?” he said, looking at me seriously for a moment. “You gave me my brother back. I am ever grateful to you.” His expression softened. “I hope to see more of you around.”
I smiled politely, though I lifted my hands slightly in a small shrug.
“I’m not sure about seeing me more,” I said. “My schedule is pretty packed with kids, training, and the restaurant.” I paused before adding sincerely, “But I’m happy that you and Cole have become close again.”
I knew how much Cole had missed his brother. The change in him was obvious. The first time he mentioned Liam, therehad been sadness and regret in his eyes, but now, watching the brothers interact, I could see how much lighter he seemed. Cole laughed more easily. He looked more open, freer somehow.
He was also an amazing uncle.
The way he played with his niece and nephew reminded me of someone else.
Caleb.
They were both wonderful with children.
Even with mine.
The similarities between them were striking.
It astounded me—and frightened me. I knew exactly where those thoughts could lead if I allowed them to grow.
And I had already made a promise to myself.
I would not go down that road again.
The New Year was going to mean something different for me.
It was going to be about rebuilding my life and protecting my heart.
No more relationships.
Especially not with the man I had borrowed money from.
At midnight, the fireworks began lighting up the sky. From the terrace of Liam’s house, we could see the island’s skyline glowing against the night. Bursts of colour exploded above us, their reflections rippling across the water like scattered jewels—red, gold, and blue streaking through the darkness.
Everyone gathered outside.
I held Emma in my arms, her small body warm against my chest, while Cole stood beside me with Lucas perched comfortably against his side.
Cole casually draped his arm over my shoulder.
