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CHAPTER 7.

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Sabrina’s POV.

The silence in the car was suffocating.

I sat in the passenger seat of Cole’s sleek black SUV, my hands still clutching the seatbelt like a lifeline. The leather was soft beneath my fingers, the engine a low, powerful hum that should have been soothing. But my mind was a chaotic storm.

Fiancée.

My child.

Cole’s words from the bedroom echoed in my ears, bouncing around my skull until I felt dizzy. I risked a glance at him. His jaw was set tight, a muscle feathering near his ear. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was driving fast, weaving through the traffic with a precision that bordered on aggressive.

He was angry. He had to be.

I had dragged him into my mess. I had humiliated him in front of his best friend. I had burdened him with a child that wasn't planned.

The city blurred past the tinted windows—grey concrete, flashing billboards, the relentless pace of a world that didn't care that my life had just imploded.

"Pull over,
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    Sabrina’s POV.The digital clock on the nightstand blinked: 1:12 AM.Beside me, the bed was empty. The sheets on Cole’s side were cool to the touch, undisturbed.I had been staring at the ceiling for an hour, listening to the silence of the house. It was a heavy, suffocating silence—the kind that press down on your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Usually, this villa felt like a sanctuary. It was the home Cole built for us, a fortress against the world. But lately, with Elise sleeping down the hall, it felt less like a fortress and more like a stage where a tragedy was slowly unfolding.My throat felt dry, scratched raw by the arguments I had swallowed over dinner. I needed water.I slid out of bed, my bare feet making no sound on the plush rug. I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped it tight around me, tying the sash with a knot that was perhaps a little too aggressive. I checked the baby monitor on the dresser one last time. Asher was sleeping soundly, a soft, rhythmic lump under his

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    Elise’s POV.The moment I turned the corner and was out of Sabrina’s line of sight, I dropped the scared little girl act. My shoulders straightened, and the tremble in my hands vanished as if a switch had been flipped.I walked down the hallway toward the guest suite, my heels sinking into the plush runner.That was close, I thought, a thrill of adrenaline shooting through me. Too close.Catching me in her bedroom was a point for her. I had gotten greedy. I had wanted to feel the silk against my skin, to smell the expensive jasmine perfume that lingered on her vanity, to pretend—just for a moment—that I was the mistress of this house and not the charity case living in the east wing.But I had recovered beautifully. The fallen heiress speech? Genius. I almost believed it myself. I saw the way Sabrina’s anger faltered, replaced by that pathetic, predictable confusion. She suspected me, yes. I saw it in her eyes. But she didn't know. And as long as she didn't have proof, she was just the

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