Mag-log in~YVONNE'S POV~The lobby of The Deluxe was nearly empty at seven PM on a Friday —just Ottie at his post reading something on his phone, and one man standing by the elevators with his hands in his pockets.My heart stopped.Liam.He looked wrecked. His hair was a mess, sticking up in different directions like he had been running his hands through it for hours. His clothes were rumpled—the same shirt and jeans he had probably been wearing for days. But it was his eyes that made my chest tight. Hollow. Shadowed with the kind of tiredness that came from not sleeping, not eating, not functioning.He looked like I felt.When he saw me, he went completely still.For a long moment, we just stared at each other across the marble lobby—two people who had destroyed each other standing ten feet apart with an ocean of things unsaid between us."Hey," he said finally, his voice rough.I should have kept walking. I should have gone straight to the elevator, pressed the button, pretended I hadn't s
~YVONNE'S POV~Arthur went completely still, his expression freezing mid-concern, and I watched all the color drain from his face in real time.Not the pale of surprise. The white of pure terror."What?" The word came out strangled."I'm pregnant." I forced myself to keep talking, to get through this before I lost my nerve. "I took three tests. They were all positive. I'm about six weeks.....""Stop." He held up his hand. "Stop talking."He turned away from me, both hands going to his hair, and I watched him pace to his window, stare out at the city, his shoulders stiff with tension."Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck. Fuck."It's not happiness or even anger. It's just pure, gut-wrenching fear."Arthur.....""Does anyone else know?" He turned around, his eyes wild. "Did you tell anyone? Your friends? That church woman? Anyone?""No. Just you.""Good." He started pacing. "Okay. Good. We can handle this. Nobody knows. We can...." He stopped. "How far along did you say?""Six weeks."Six weeks w
YVONNE'S POV{Day One:}Arthur sent flowers to my desk.Two dozen roses in a crystal vase so large it blocked my computer monitor, arranged by some exclusive florist whose name I didn't recognize but whose prices I could probably guess.The card folded among the blooms said: 'Glad we're back together. —A'Vivian raised her eyebrows when she walked past. "Someone's making an effort.""Yeah," I said, my voice flat. "He is."What I didn't say: 'The smell made me want to throw up.' What I didn't say: 'I had spent twenty minutes that morning hugging my toilet, my body rejecting everything I had tried to eat for breakfast.'What I didn't say: 'Every time I looked at those roses, I thought about Liam picking a single wildflower at the botanic garden, tucking it behind my ear while he told me about his mother.'I shoved the vase to the corner of my desk and tried to focus on work. By noon, the nausea was so bad I had to excuse myself to the bathroom.I made it to a stall just in time, grippin
~YVONNE'S POV~I stood outside Arthur's building at 6:35pm, staring up at the glass tower and trying to convince myself I could actually do this.I had gone home after work to change—I couldn't show up in my work clothes like this was a business meeting, needed to look like a woman coming back to her lover. So I had put on the burgundy dress Arthur used to compliment, the one he had bought me for some corporate dinner two years ago, and I had stood in front of my bathroom mirror practicing what I would say until the words felt almost real.'I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Can we start over?' Lies, all of it, but necessary lies.I thought about the three positive pregnancy tests in my trash can, about the baby growing inside me that would need protection from people like Vanessa Klein, and I forced my feet to move toward the entrance.Ottie was at his usual post inside the lobby, and when he saw me his eyebrows shot up."Miss Baldort." He looked genuinely surprised. "I didn't expect to
~YVONNE POV~{Day One} I called in sick to work.It was a lie, obviously. I wasn't sick. I was just broken in ways that don't qualify for sick leave. I spent the day in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the café conversation in my head on an endless loop.'She served her purpose.' 'She was useful.' 'Already done what I needed her to do.'Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam sitting across from Vanessa Klein, his face cold and detached, talking about me like I was a tool he had used and discarded.My phone buzzed constantly. Liam calling. Texting. Leaving voicemails.I didn't answer.What was there to say?I had heard him. In his own words. There was no explanation that could make those words mean something different.Around noon, Sister Margaret called."Yvonne, sweetheart, I'm worried about you. What happened yesterday?""I can't talk about it right now," I said, my voice rough from crying. "I'm sorry. I just—I need some time.""Time for what? Yvonne, you looked devastated.
~LIAM'S POV~Something was wrong.I had been standing in Klein Corporation's parking lot for twenty minutes, my phone pressed to my ear, listening to Yvonne's voicemail for the fifth time, and the cold feeling in my gut kept getting worse."You've reached Yvonne. Leave a message." Beep."It's me again," I said, trying to keep my voice calm even though my heart was racing. "I'm still here. At your office. I don't know if you got my other messages, but—just call me back. Please. I'm worried."I hung up and stared at the building's glass entrance, trying to decide if I should go inside and look for her.But if she had left through the back exit, that would be weird and intentional, like she was avoiding me.But why would she be avoiding me?This morning had been perfect. We had said we loved each other. I had texted her throughout the day. She had responded "See you at 5:30."Everything had been fine. Except now it wasn't, and I had no idea what had changed. I tried calling again. It wen
~YVONNE'S POV~The screen of my phone was the brightest thing in the dark booth. The white light burned my eyes, but I couldn't look away from the words sitting there in the gray bubble.'Come over. Now. I miss you.'—Arthur.A week ago, my heart would have stuttered.I would have already been in a
~LIAM'S POV~The smell of old beer, sawdust, and bad decisions hung deep in the air. It was overwhelming and didn't match the fancy suit I was wearing, but in my line of work,meetings did not always happen in offices.Sometimes, the best deals happen quietly and without attention. where the light d
~LIAM'S POV~The drive to my penthouse was silent except for the sound of the engine and the occasional sniffle from the passenger seat.Yvonne had not said a word since we had left the bar.She just sat there, hands folded in her lap, staring straight ahead like she was trying to process what she
~LIAM POV~The blonde piece of shit was leaning against the wall by the women's restroom, arms crossed, looking smug.Like he was waiting for her to come back. Like he thought he still had a chance.He straightened when he saw her peek out from behind me. His eyes lit up. He didn't even look at me.







