로그인Flora's POV The small, glossy printout in my purse felt heavier than everything else I owned. I pushed through the front door of Sophia’s apartment, the keys jingling softly in my hand. For the first time in weeks, my feet didn't feel like lead. The appointment had gone perfectly. The obstetrician had pointed to a tiny, flickering pixel on the monochrome monitor—a strong, steady heartbeat rhythmic enough to quiet every single wave of panic that had kept me awake for the past month. Everything was normal. Everything was safe. "Sophia!" I called out, kicking off my flats at the threshold and letting my tote bag slide down my arm. "You will not believe how crowded the clinic was today, but the doctor said everything is perfectly fine. I have the ultrasound right here—" I turned the corner into the sitting room, the sentence dying in my throat. The air in the room didn't just feel still; it felt completely pressurized, thick with a commanding, heavy presence that I would recogn
Eugene's POV The heavy wrought-iron gates of the estate swung open, welcoming us back into the long, winding driveway. As the sedan purred to a halt in front of the grand entrance, my right hand was still locked entirely around Flora’s smaller fingers, my grip firm and completely unyielding. I hadn't let her go since we walked out of Sophia’s apartment, and I had no intention of doing so anytime soon. I got out and rounded the car, opening her door and offering my hand. She looked up at the massive stone facade of the house, a small, nervous breath escaping her lips. "Eugene," she whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you sure she's ready?" "She is ready," I said deadpan, my voice a deep, reassuring rumble. "And even if she weren't, you are my woman, Flora. This is your home." The massive double doors opened before we could even reach the top step. Emily stood in the threshold. The guarded, icy demeanor she had worn for the past month was entirely gone, replaced by an expression of raw
Eugene's POV The glow of three separate computer monitors cast a sharp, sterile light across the expanse of my desk. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the city moved in its usual, chaotic rhythm, but inside my office, the atmosphere was deadpan and entirely frozen. I adjusted the cuffs of my dark suit jacket, my eyes scanning the corporate spreadsheets, but the numbers were nothing more than meaningless ink. It had been one month. Thirty days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. For four weeks, I had gone through the motions of a life I thought I had outgrown. I woke up at dawn. I ran the firm with a ruthless, icy efficiency that had my vice presidents walking on eggshells. I ate the meals my housekeeper prepared. I sat across from Emily at the dinner table in the evenings, intentionally building back the bridge that had almost collapsed between us. I did exactly what Flora had asked of me in that godforsaken note—I healed my relationship with my daughter. But I was a shel
Flora's POV Sophia didn't speak for a full minute. She just sat on the edge of the mattress, her hands frozen mid-air, her eyes Darting from my face down to where my palm was pressed flat against my stomach. The silence in the room grew so dense it felt difficult to breathe. "A baby," Sophia finally whispered, the word escaping her lips like a gasp of air. She slid closer to me, her hand instantly coming up to cover her mouth as the full, earth-shattering reality of it hit her. "Flora... oh my god. A baby. Eugene’s baby." "Yes," I breathed, a tear slipping down my cheek, though this time it wasn't just out of sadness. There was a fierce, protective warmth blooming in my chest. "I found out right before the whole storm with Victoria blew up. I wanted to tell him. I was looking for a quiet moment, a safe evening where we could just breathe and talk about our future. But then everything shattered." Sophia slowly lowered her hand, her expression turning from pure shock to an intense,
Flora's POV The walls of Sophia’s guest room were a pale, muted cream, but I couldn't bring myself to look at them. I lay curled in a tight ball on the center of the bed, the heavy duvet pulled all the way up to my chin, shaking violently as the silent, delayed shock of the morning finally tore through me. My phone was off, sitting like a dead piece of plastic on the nightstand. I had fled the estate in the gray, suffocating hours before dawn, slipping past the gates with a single suitcase and a heart that felt entirely shattered into pieces. I hadn't known where else to go. When I had called Sophia from a taxi, my voice so choked with heavy, breathless sobs that I could barely articulate her name, she hadn't asked a single question. She had just given me her address and told me the door was unlocked. "Hey," Sophia whispered softly, pushing the door open wider. She stepped into the dim room carrying a steaming mug of tea and a small plate of toast, setting them gently on the beds
Eugene's POV The door didn't open immediately. I stood in the corridor, the silence stretching tight until the sharp click of the lock finally broke it. Emily swung the door inward, standing in the frame with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes were red and heavily shadowed from a sleepless night, her expression frozen into a guarded, defensive mask. "Dad," she said, her voice completely flat, lacking any of her usual warmth. "I told Flora last night that I needed time. I really don't want to do this right now. My head is pounding, and I just want to be left alone." "We are doing this right now, Emily," I said, my tone a low, unyielding baritone. I stepped past her into the room, forcing her to close the door behind us. I turned around, looking down at my daughter, stripping away all corporate diplomacy. "Flora is gone." Emily frozen, her arms dropping slightly to her sides. "What do you mean, gone? Where did she go?" "She packed her bags and left the estate before







