Mag-log in(Robert POV)Working under Mia was torture.Not because she was incompetent. The opposite, actually. She was brilliant at running JR Investment. Made decisions faster than I ever had. Cut through bureaucracy that had bogged me down for years. Transformed the company in ways I'd been too cautious to attempt.The torture was being close enough to see her but too distant to reach her."Mr. Lud, Miss Cops needs the Chen acquisition report by noon," her assistant would say.Not Mia asking directly. Always through intermediaries. Always formal. Always distant.I'd deliver the reports. She'd review them without comment. Send back notes through email. It was professional yet cold. We'd been married. Shared a bed. Built a life together.Now I was just another employee."The restructuring proposal needs your signature," Victoria said, dropping files on my desk.My new office was smaller. Three floors down from the executive suite. Windows that faced another building instead of the city skyline
( Mia POV)Being CEO of JR Investment was easier than expected.The board had resisted at first. Old men in expensive suits questioning my experience, my age, my qualifications. But money talked louder than their concerns. I controlled the shares. I'd paid Oscar's debt. They could fall in line or resign.Three of them resigned.I replaced them with younger executives. People hungry and innovative. People who didn't care that I was twenty or female or doing things differently than James Lud had for forty years.Within two weeks, I'd restructured three departments. Greenlit projects the old board had been stalling. Increased efficiency by cutting redundant positions that existed only to pad executive egos.The company was thriving under my leadership.So why did I feel so empty?I sat in the CEO's office at seven PM. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Just me and the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows.My hand went to my stomach. Still mostly flat. The pregnancy barely
(Robert POV)The press conference was scheduled for Monday morning.Mia's team handled everything. Location. Invitations. Talking points. I wasn't consulted on any of it.Just informed where to be and when to arrive.The Plaza Hotel ballroom was packed with journalists. Camera crews. Industry analysts. Everyone who mattered in California's business world had shown up to watch the spectacle.The fall of Robert Lud.I stood backstage while Mia's assistant went over the schedule."Miss Cops will make the announcement. You'll stand beside her on stage. When she's finished, you'll shake her hand and exit stage left. No speaking. No questions. Is that clear?""Crystal.""Good. You're on in five minutes."I adjusted my tie. The suit felt too tight. Everything felt too tight. Like the walls were closing in and there was nowhere left to breathe.James found me in the green room."This is a disaster," he said without preamble."I know.""You should have fought her. Should have refused to sign t
(Mia POV)The lawyer called three days after I'd delivered the annulment papers."Miss Cops, we have a problem."I was in Collins's apartment, staring at a cup of tea I couldn't stomach. Morning sickness had evolved into all-day sickness. The pregnancy was making itself known in every possible way."What kind of problem?""Mr. Lud isn't signing. He's hired a legal team to fight the annulment. They're claiming the marriage became genuine. That you renewed vows voluntarily. That the contract was superseded by real commitment."I closed my eyes. Of course Robert was fighting. Of course he couldn't just let me go cleanly."How long will a contested annulment take?""Months. Maybe years if he's determined. And Miss Cops? He seems very determined.""Thank you. I'll handle it."I hung up and sat in silence.Months. Years. Tied to Robert legally while we destroyed each other in court. While lawyers got rich and the media had a field day. While I tried to hide a pregnancy that would become obv
(Robert POV)I was halfway to Collins's apartment when my phone rang.James.I almost didn't answer. But something made me pick up."She's here," James said. "At the mansion. She wants to see you."My heart stopped. "Mia's there?""Yes. And Robert? She has papers with her. Legal documents. I think you should get here quickly."I made an illegal U-turn. Nearly caused an accident. Didn't care.Mia was at the mansion. Mia wanted to see me.Maybe she'd had time to think. Maybe the anger had cooled enough for conversation. Maybe she was ready to listen.I drove faster than safe. Made it home in twelve minutes that should have taken twenty-five.Her car was in the driveway. She'd come alone.That had to mean something.I found her in James's study. She stood by the window, back straight, expression carved from ice. A folder sat on the desk beside her.Professional. Detached. Like we were strangers about to conduct business."Mia." Her name came out like a prayer.She turned. Her eyes were r
(Mia POV)The nausea started on day five.At first I thought it was stress. Grief manifesting physically the way it always did. My body rebelling against the emotional devastation.But this felt different. More persistent. More specific.I woke up dizzy. Couldn't stomach the coffee Collins made. The smell alone made my stomach turn."You okay?" he asked when I pushed the mug away."Just tired. Haven't been sleeping well.""Maybe you should see a doctor.""It's just stress. It'll pass."But it didn't pass.Day six brought morning sickness that lasted all day. I barely made it to the bathroom in time. Spent twenty minutes hunched over the toilet while Collins knocked softly on the door asking if I needed anything."I'm fine," I called back. "Just a stomach bug.""You should rest. I'll call your office, tell them you need a few more days.""No. I need to work. Need something normal."But normal felt impossible when everything in my body felt wrong.Day seven brought exhaustion so complet







