Page 63 of Modern Romance Collection March 2025 (1-4)

Lynna gave him a son first, named Aled, after a good man who had made mistakes and left them all too soon, but had loved them all the same. Three years later a daughter with Lynna’s sky blue eyes joined their family.

Lynna mothered with love and joy and grace. She cried with and for their children. She fought with and for him. That strength of hers never once faltered, but as time passed, as they grew—individually and together—she learned to lean, to ask, to express.

And he learned to be the kind of man his father had not been. He learned to be a man he could be proud of. And while he’d always regret his mistakes, he had learned to accept that mistakes were part of it.

So he forgave. He asked forgiveness. And most of all, he loved. Surrounded by a family made up not just of Carews, but of Lynna’s friends and husbands, all of whom acted as aunts and uncles to their children, and offered cousins in return.

When Dikaios Global, the partnership between him and Rhys, began to really compete with AC International, Constantine once again tried to ruin the Carews and his own son.

He failed.

“I’m proud of you,” Lynna had told him one night, tangled up together long after they’d put the children to sleep. “Not because you finally took Constantine down, but because it doesn’t matter that you did. You and Rhys built something for you, for us.”

Athan pressed a kiss to her head. “It is satisfying, I can’t lie, but I also realized long ago that no matter what happens in business, Constantine’s life is much sadder than mine could ever be. I have love and family. He has nothing but his own poison.”

Lynna squeezed him tight. “Speaking of your family, I’ve been thinking.” She smiled up at him. “Perhaps we should consider expanding that family once again.”

He grinned down at her. “Wife, you have the best ideas.” He kissed his beloved wife deeply and set about to do just that.

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