Epilogue II (Final)

Teyana’s POV

The moment we stepped into the gallery, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The space was immense—dark marble floors reflecting the soft golden lights that glimmered from chandeliers above, and walls lined with bold canvases, sculptures, and delicate installations. I paused mid-step, my eyes widening, heart thumping in elated rhythms.

And then I saw it.

At the very entrance hung a painting that made me stop in my tracks—our daughter. Her tiny curls perfectly captured, her mischievous little grin frozen in oil paint. I blinked, unable to speak at first. But then I noticed the second canvas. My own form, rounded with my baby bump, radiant and peaceful. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes, slipping freely down my cheeks. It was a painting of a picture he took me a month ago in his main gallery. We had just finished some intense sexual session on his office table, and I was barely clothed when he took the picture.

“Jeremy…” My voice was barel