LOGIN_Danica’s POV_I didn’t move.Maybe if I stayed still enough, he wouldn’t see me. The lounge wasn’t small but it wasn’t enormous either, and Eden was the kind of person who noticed things. He noticed everything. It was one of the most exhausting things about him.Freya had also gone quiet beside me. I could feel her holding her breath.Eden said something to the man beside him, glanced down at his phone, and then looked up.His eyes found me immediately.Of course they did.For a moment neither of us did anything. He looked at me the way he sometimes did, like he was reading something and hadn’t decided what it meant yet. Then he said something brief to the man with him, who nodded and stepped aside, and Eden walked toward our table.Freya picked up her champagne flute and took a slow sip, her eyes forward, pretending very hard to be somewhere else.Eden stopped at the edge of our table. He looked at Freya first, a brief polite acknowledgment, then at me.“I didn’t know you’d be here.
_Danica’s POV_ The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The empty kind. The kind that confirmed, before I had even fully opened my eyes, that I was alone in the way that mattered. I lay there for a moment staring at the ceiling, letting the previous night come back to me in pieces. The party. The champagne. The flowers on the floor. Eden’s arm around me. My face warmed immediately. I pulled the blanket over my head. I stayed like that for approximately thirty seconds before my stomach reminded me that I was pregnant and had not eaten since yesterday afternoon, and embarrassment was a luxury I could not currently afford. Downstairs, the dining table was set for one. It was always set for one these days, but somehow it looked more obvious this morning. The single plate, the single glass, the neat arrangement of cutlery that nobody had bothered to double because there was no point. Evelyn had made eggs and toast and sliced fruit and it was al
_Eden’s POV_I had seen a lot of audacious things in my life.Hostile takeovers executed before breakfast. Grown men lying to my face across boardroom tables. Business partners attempting to negotiate terms they had absolutely no leverage for. I had seen people try things that required either tremendous courage or tremendous stupidity, and I had learned over the years to tell the difference quickly.Nothing had quite prepared me for my pregnant wife showing up at two separate parties in one evening, drinking four glasses of champagne, and knocking over a flower arrangement in front of half the city’s business community.I sat in the back of the car and looked at her.She was asleep. Deeply, completely asleep, the way only people with no active guilt managed to be. Her head had started on the headrest but had gradually, inevitably, migrated sideways until it found my shoulder. She settled there with a small exhale, like she’d arrived somewhere comfortable and intended to stay.I should
_Author’s POV_Eden’s hand never left her arm.He guided her through the crowd with the kind of quiet authority that made people move without being asked. Nobody stopped him. Nobody stepped in his path. They just shifted, almost instinctively, creating space where there had been none.Danica stayed close because she had no other choice. Her legs were still slightly unsteady from the stairs, and his grip was firm enough that she couldn’t have pulled away without making a scene.Not that she wanted to.She would examine that particular feeling later. Privately. And then bury it.As they moved through the room, she noticed the stares. Not the curious ones from earlier, but different ones now. Women mostly. Eyes tracking Eden the way they always did when a man looked like he was built by someone who had taken their time. But now those same eyes were sliding to Danica too, taking in the hand at her arm, the closeness, the way he wasn’t exactly subtle about steering her.One woman near the
_Author’s POV_The party was already in full swing by the time the car pulled up outside the venue.Danica had spent the better part of an hour convincing herself this was a terrible idea. She had gone back and forth, sitting in her room, staring at the ceiling. But every time she tried to talk herself out of it, she remembered the way Eden had looked at her in that lobby and said that’s not something you need to concern yourself with.So here she was.She had dressed carefully. A simple navy maternity dress that was elegant without trying too hard. Her hair was down. She looked calm. Put together. Nobody would know her hands were slightly unsteady as she stepped out of the car.The venue was a large private hall belonging to some wealthy family she didn’t know by name. Beautiful, expensive, full of people who all looked like they had been born into the kind of money that never ran out. Chandeliers overhead. Soft music underneath the chatter. Waiters moving through the crowd with tray
_Danica’s POV_I couldn’t move.My legs refused to carry me toward the exit even though every part of me was screaming to leave. To walk out before anyone could see the embarrassment written all over my face. Before my eyes did something I would regret.I stood there, staring at the elevator doors the woman had disappeared behind, my hand pressed gently against my belly.This was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake. What did I think was going to happen? That I’d walk in and Eden would drop everything and come running? That he’d take one look at me and suddenly remember he had a wife?I almost laughed at myself.I was beginning to get delusional again.I guess it was the hormones causing it.I turned toward the exit.And then the elevator doors opened.I stopped.Eden walked out first. He was in a dark suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt slightly loose. He looked exactly the way he always did. Composed. Unreachable. Like the world could be falling apart around him and he wouldn







