LOGINAvery’s povThe morning news played on the café TV as I sat sipping coffee that couldn’t do anything to my present predicament.Just as I was trying to get into another monotony of it all, breaking news banners flashed across the screen and my eyes darted to it.“Richard Sterling, CEO of Sterling Industries, collapsed last night during a private event…”My cup froze halfway to my lips.The screen showed the Sterling mansion, ambulances parked outside, reporters pressed against the gates.”…condition currently stable, family spokesperson confirms…”Richard, the man who’d forced me into that marriage with his son, who had used me like a pawn in whatever game he was playing, and still my chest tightened at the sound of his name because he’d also been the only father figure who’d ever shown me any real kindness, who looked at me like I mattered.I hated the fact that it did.I pulled out my phone, frantically searching for his name on the browser. Articles were everywhere. “Sterling Recov
Nate’s PovHer head snapped towards me instantly, the air between us shifted instantly.“What did you just say? Postpone?”I nodded weakly, not meeting her gaze.She stood up from her seat so fast that the chair scraped the flor making a sound. “Nate, the wedding is in two weeks."“I know…”“Two weeks!” Her voice rose. “The venue has been booked, guests have booked their flights and I am going for the final fitting of my dress tomorrow.”“My father just collapsed, Celeste.”“And the doctors said he is stable.” She threw hands went up. “He is going to be fine.”A nurse walked past, gave us a sideways glance before she kept moving. Celeste lowered her voice a little bit but the anger was still there.“This isn’t about your father, is it?”I met her gaze now. “What?”“This.” She gestured between us. “You wanting to postpone this wedding. You are using this as an excuse, right?”“It’s not like that…”“Then tell me what it is, Nate!” She stepped closer to me. “You haven’t made love to me i
Nate’s POVThe morning after I had overheard my father’s phone call, I headed straight to his office. I needed answers about what I’d heard. About the woman he’d been talking about, about whether it was Avery or maybe it was someone elseHe shut me down completely. He told me it was a confidential business, none of my concern. Even when I pushed harder asking for any information he could give, if he’d been talking to my ex-wife, his expression was cold and stern. He reminded me that she wasn’t my wife anymore and he walked out of his own office, leaving me standing there with nothing but more questions running through my mind.Weeks went by after that conversation. The wedding was now two weeks and some days away and I was going around like a fucking zombie.Sleep didn’t come anymore. When it did, all I dreamed about was her. Guilt sat on my chest like concrete.I’d sent my investigators everywhere to check hospitals under fake names, called shelters pretending to look for a friend,
Avery’s POVMy heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might break through.Ethan. The man who had destroyed me before Nate Sterling got a chance.No. No, this cannot be happening!He turned fully now and our eyes locked across the street. Recognition hit his face and his eyes went from blank to pure shock.I spun around, started walking away as fast I could. I don't run because that would mean that I cared and he still had power over me.“Avery!” His voice cut through the morning air.I kept moving, my legs carrying me.Footsteps echoed behind me, they were getting closer.“Avery, wait!” He called out again.I ignored him and I kept waking until a hand touched my arm gently.I yanked it away so hard I almost fell. “Don’t you dare touch me.”He stepped back immediately with his hand raised. “I’m sorry. I just…”His eyes dropped to my stomach and the air between us felt thick and suffocating.Three years, three years I had seen his face and the first thing he noticed was th
I didn’t remember leaving the hospital as Celeste’s words kept playing in my head.“Disappear, Avery or I make you.”The threat wasn’t some empty threat. She was dead serious.By the time I got to my apartment, my hands were shaking so badly I dropped the keys twice before I could manage to open the door.I unlocked the door, got inside and shut the door behind me. I pressed my back against it to get my balance, trying to calm myself down.I got up minutes later and walked to the closet, dragged out my duffel bag, and I started throwing clothes inside. I didn’t fold them, I didn't have the time. My vitamins, ultrasound photos and phone charger.But where would I even go? How far is far enough?I was reaching for my jacket when someone knocked on the door.And I froze“Avery?” Nina’s voice called in a low muffled tone. “You in there? Mrs. Woods said you left early from your appointment and she could not reach you after that.”Relief washed over me hearing it was her. I took a deep brea
The waiting room at the clinic reeked of the kind of disinfectant masked with air freshener that only serves to cover up the lingering stench of stale air.I moved slightly on the uncomfortable plastic chair with my hand pressed against my belly. The baby inside me had been kicking all morning long, like it had a sense of kind of danger I was unaware of.“Avery Monroe?” The nurse called from the doorway.I stood slowly, grabbing my purse. My back ached from the morning shift at the diner, five hours on my feet before Mrs. Woods practically shoved me out the door.“You’re seven months gone, honey,” she had said, her hands were on her hips. “You have an appointment. Go.”The flickering fluorescent lights down the hallway above really did seem to be buzzing, the kind outside our diner that had never been replaced. I walked behind the nurse, through a session of cramped exam rooms until she finally stopped at one that was far away, almost at the end.“Doctor Morris will be right with you







