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CHAPTER 52
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CEO Dante; The one for me CHAPTERS 53
The days had begun to form a quiet rhythm. Wake up, feed Abigail, pretend like I wasn’t reading too much into Marcus’ thoughtful gestures, try to breathe, repeat. There was no storm anymore, no shouting, no raw emotions spilled across the floors like broken glass. Just a stillness that felt both comforting and eerie. A calm after a hurricane that had shifted everything in me.I was sitting on the floor of my apartment’s living room, Abigail lying on her blanket beside me, her tiny hands batting at the hanging toys from her play gym. She gurgled, making baby sounds like she was trying to communicate the things she wanted to say, her innocence unaware of the choices circling around her future. The soft knock at the door broke through the moment. My brows furrowed. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Marcus had texted earlier saying he’d drop by in the evening, and it wasn’t even noon yet. I got up, brushed my palms on my leggings, and padded to the door. I opened it cautiously.I was surprised
CEO Dante; The one for me CHAPTER 52
The sun shone through the sheer curtains of my apartment, casting soft shadows across the room. Abigail’s coos stirred me from a light sleep, the kind that never really takes you under, just floats you somewhere between peace and persistent thought. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, wondering how I got here—how everything managed to fall apart so completely.It had been more than a week since I left Dante. Long days of silence from him. Not a text. Not a call. Not even a message passed through someone else. He had let me go, just like that. No fight. No attempt to understand or fix things. And maybe that should have made it easier. Maybe it should’ve been the closure I needed. But it wasn’t. It just hurt.I turned my head toward Abigail, who was lying in her bassinet beside me. Her tiny fists waved in the air, her lips puckered in an almost-smile. She was my anchor in all of this. My reason for holding it together.Marcus had been... present. Not in a suffocating way, not ye
CEO Dante; The one for me CHAPTER 51
The silence of my apartment wasn’t loud. It was heavy. It sank into the walls, into the folds of the curtains, into the breath I held without realizing it. Sometimes it felt like the silence itself was grieving with me—mourning something that had never been real, or maybe something that had almost been real. I hadn’t decided which.It had been a whole week since I left Dante.I hadn’t heard from him. Not a single call. Not a single message. Nothing.In some corner of my chest, that knowledge still sat like a shard of glass. Not enough to make me cry anymore, but enough to remind me I could still bleed.Abigail cooed in her bouncer, kicking her tiny feet in the air like she had somewhere to be. She was the brightest thing in my life, yet I often found myself feeling dim. Like I was stuck between a woman I used to be and a woman I hadn’t yet become.I missed Dante. I missed his quiet presence in the room, the way his eyes would soften when they landed on Abigail, the way he'd sometimes
CEO Dante; The one for me CHAPTER 50
The apartment was just exactly the way I remembered, or maybe it was just quieter. Too quiet. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound accompanying my thoughts as I stood in the middle of my living room, cradling Abigail in my arms. She was asleep, her tiny fists resting against my chest, her warm breath a steady rhythm that contrasted painfully with the chaos swirling in my mind.I had brought her back to the place I had begun my life in Los Angeles. The place I carried the weight of the thought of being pregnant and all that would follow afterwards. The place I used to call home. And now, it was just us again. No Dante. No luxurious furniture and chandelier lights flashing across the hallway. No breakfast made by Dante. Just me, my baby, and the silence of choices I made. I lowered myself onto the couch, still swaying slightly to keep Abigail comfortable. My eyes drifted to the corner where her bassinet now stood, freshly assembled. It all felt surreal—like I had woken
CEO Dante; The one for me CHAPTER 49
The silence in the penthouse was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos inside me. Days had gone by since our last real conversation. And by conversation, I meant the grumpy confrontation after I overheard Dante's conversation with his friend that left us both wounded in ways words couldn’t dress.I stood by the window, watching the city stretch beneath me like it didn’t know my world was crumbling. The skyline blinked and shimmered, unaware that in this very apartment, a family built on paper was unraveling for good. My fingers clutched the edge of the curtain tightly. It had become a sort of nervous habit—holding onto something, anything, so I wouldn’t fall apart completely.I was leaving.And this time, it wasn’t a threat or an emotional outburst. It was final. My decision. My choice. Not like it really mattered or changed anything, because whether I did or not, I would have to in two weeks. It had taken everything in me to even get to this point. For days I’d been packing up in
CEO Dante; The one for me CHAPTER 48
I stood by the window of the bedroom, watching the clouds shift in lazy spirals across the grey sky. The air was thick with silence, the kind that settles in like an unwelcome visitor and refuses to leave. It had been two days since I told Dante I was leaving early. Two weeks left on the contract, but it didn’t think it was necessary to see it through. Whatever we had—whatever I had allowed myself to feel—wasn’t reciprocated. He’d made that very clear. There was no need to hold on to illusions.My suitcase sat half-packed on the bed. Folded clothes, neatly tucked in like I was preparing for a business trip, not an emotional exit from a life I had begun to imagine might be mine. Abigail slept in her crib, her tiny breaths rising and falling, oblivious to the storm that had moved into our home. Maybe that was the part that hurt the most—she had come to know this house, this environment, as home. But it had never really been mine. I was just a guest in Dante’s world.A buzzing from my ph
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