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Leonard’s POVClara is two months pregnant, and this morning she woke up with pain that ripped the air from my lungs. I had never moved so fast in my life. One minute she was clutching her belly, whimpering like a wounded animal, and the next, the driver was tearing through the streets, honking like a madman as he drove her to the hospital while I kept screaming at him to move faster. Now I’m standing in the antiseptic hallway, the fluorescent lights glaring down at me like a thousand judgmental eyes. The smell of disinfectant burns my nostrils. I pace in tight circles, my fists clenching and unclenching, as voices and footsteps echo in the distance. Every second feels like a damn hour.Finally, the double doors swing open, and the doctor walks out. His face is unreadable—calm, too calm. My heart slams against my ribs.I’m on him before he can take another step. “What’s wrong? What happened to her? Is she okay?” My voice is sharp, desperate, words tumbling over one another as I trail
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Lionel’s POVI glare at Maya, my jaw tightening at her earlier words still ringing in my head. A criminal? She had said it so casually, like it was the most natural conclusion to draw about me. I don’t blame her. With the way things just unfolded, with Frednando lurking around, I understand why she’d assume the worst. But she doesn’t realize just how lucky she is. If Frednando had seen her with me, she would’ve been dragged into my mess too, whether she liked it or not.I wait a few seconds, watching through the side mirror until I’m sure Frednando has walked away. Then I stand abruptly, ignoring the way Maya fidgets like she’s expecting an explanation. I don’t give her one. Instead, I head straight to the driver’s side, slide behind the wheel, and fire up the engine.She gets in without me saying a word. Smart.“You said you wanted to see Evelyn first,” I remind her, my voice clipped, controlled. “But you also need to rest. You’re no good to her if you collapse.”The drive is tense.
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Lionel’s POVAt exactly 2 p.m., I get a call from Maya through Evelyn’s phone. I answer immediately.“Hello,” I say, stepping out of the grocery store. I’d gone in to pick up a few things for my fridge—it’s embarrassingly empty.“I’m at the airport,” she says.She doesn’t have to ask; I know I have to pick her up myself. “I’m coming to you,” I tell her, ending the call before she can respond.I toss the bags of groceries into the boot, shut it with a solid thud, and get into the car. The drive should take less than half an hour if traffic behaves, but my mind isn’t on the road. It's on all the things that the doctor told me about Evelyn's health.…Maya’s POVSince I heard that Evelyn is sick, I’ve been uneasy. Not the kind of unease you can brush off with a good night’s sleep—the kind that crawls under your skin and stays there. I couldn’t wait until the weekend like I’d planned. The idea of her alone, unwell, and probably pretending everything was fine made my chest feel too tight.
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Lionel's POV I stare at Dr. Philips’ name flashing across my phone screen, my foot still pressed harder than necessary on the brake. For a second, I just watch it ring, my mind already running ahead, imagining the worst-case scenarios. Nothing good comes from an early morning call from a doctor—especially not when Evelyn is lying in a hospital bed.I swipe to answer. “Doctor.”“Mr. Lionel,” Dr. Philips says, his voice steady but holding the kind of lump that makes your stomach knot, “we’ve concluded all the tests. I’d like to discuss the results with you in person.”My grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Okay. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.”The moment the call ends, I press down on the accelerator, weaving through the morning traffic like every second shaved off the trip could save her. The streets blur past—cafés opening their shutters, people walking with coffee cups in hand, all moving through their normal lives while mine feels paused in this constant state of tension.By
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Lionel’s POVI conclude with Melissa and head back home, my mind still tangled in the conversation we’d just had. The drive is quiet, and for a while, I let the silence wrap around me. But the second I open my front door, that silence dies a sudden, messy death.My living room looks like a war zone. My throw pillow—the expensive imported one I’d told myself I didn’t need but bought anyway—has been split wide open, its insides ripped out and scattered across the floor like snow after a storm. Foam stuffing covers the rug, the couch, the coffee table.For a few seconds, I just stand there at the doorway, frozen. My eyes travel slowly over the destruction, like maybe if I look long enough, it’ll start to make sense.It doesn’t.This is exactly why I don’t like animals. And that throw pillow… it was way too expensive to die like this.The culprit is nowhere in sight. Not that I’m about to start hunting it down. I don’t have the patience.I head straight to my bedroom, strip out of my clot
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Lionel's POV.I drive into Melissa’s office building complex with my pulse running a marathon. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary as I kill the engine. The silence in the car feels louder than my thoughts.I can’t wait anymore.Getting out, I slam the door and cross the lot in quick strides, impatience riding every muscle in my body. The elevator is slow, occupied. My legs are faster. So I take the stairs—three flights, barely stopping to catch my breath.My heart thunders as I push through the hallway and into the reception. I didn’t expect her to have a secretary. But there she is—a slim woman with a tidy bun and a confused frown—rising halfway from her desk like she’s about to scold me.“Sir—excuse me, you can’t just walk in—”I don’t even look at her. I’m already at Melissa’s door, pushing it open before she can form another sentence.And then I see her.Standing behind her desk, laptop open, voice steady as she speaks into a video call. Her gaze shifts when s
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