The weeks following the custody negotiations settled into a careful, tentative rhythm. Xander and Claire had agreed to shared custody, with Alex Jr. spending equal time between them. The mansion’s east wing had been prepared for Claire and their son, giving them their own space while remaining close to Xander. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a beginning.
Every morning, Xander arrived early to have breakfast with Alex Jr. The five-year-old would run to him with pure delight, shouting “Daddy!” and launching himself into his father’s arms. Xander’s cold mask would melt instantly. He would lift his son high, spinning him around, then sit with him at the table, patiently helping him eat while asking about his dreams and favorite stories. These moments softened something deep inside Xander. The r
