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Seventy six

Author: Foxy
last update publish date: 2026-05-11 23:59:05
Brynn pov

I woke at 6:15 to my phone alarm and for exactly two seconds I did not remember where I was.

Then I did.

The bedroom was the kind of early morning dark that was beginning to lighten at the edges, the curtains still drawn, the city outside shifting from its nighttime register into something more active. The bed was the kind that had been chosen by someone who understood that quality mattered, which told you something about the person who chose it, and I lay in it for a moment and too
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  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   124

    She was awake at the crack of dawn, earlier than he usually woke up for his prayers. She searched, all her bags, every inch of her room even under her bed, as though she might have sleep walked and kept it there.After turning her room insude out she went out to the car, creeping like a thief in the darkness.She rummaged through the seats praying she hadn’t left it in her apartment, but it wasn’t there. She opened the boot of the car and saw a brown package there.She knew that couldn’t be it because it wasn’t wrapped but deeperatioj made her tear it open.She stepped back when red fabric fell to the good of the car.She picked it up what seems to be a garter and unfolded the rest of it.Lingerie. Her husband’s possibly ex paramour gifted her lingerie. Huh.She gave up the search making a mental note to call her former landlord the next day and went back to sleep.When she wone up, It was as if the previous events had never happened, if there wasn’t a missing plate in the set of 12

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   123

    “H-hey.” She greeted when he came out of it car.“What are you doing here.” She sounded surprised but not suspicious.“Passing through when I saw you. What brought you here.”“Oh un, nostalgia.”He nodded as if she made total sense.“Were you able to visit your friend.”“Yeah I did, it was a good visit.”“I just got the fuel, I’m going to get the hen and see you at home, don’t cook, I’ll get us something to eat.”His smile was so genuine she wondered if she was beyond saving, because she couldn’t even muster up the tiniest tinge of guilt.She got home and tried to scrub the ghetto out of her body, wondering how she was ever able to live there.He got home with fried rice, chicken salad and chicken.“I hope you’re a fried rice person,”“With my skills, I can’t be picky. Welcome home.” She regarded his sweaty countenance and grease stained shirt. “You look . . . Like you’ve had better days.”“I like the sound of that.”“I didn’t know you were a masochist.”“I meant the welcome home.”“O

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   122

    “H-hey.” She greeted when he came out of it car.“What are you doing here.” She sounded surprised but not suspicious.“Passing through when I saw you. What brought you here.”“Oh un, nostalgia.”He nodded as if she made total sense.“Were you able to visit your friend.”“Yeah I did, it was a good visit.”“I just got the fuel, I’m going to get the hen and see you at home, don’t cook, I’ll get us something to eat.”His smile was so genuine she wondered if she was beyond saving, because she couldn’t even muster up the tiniest tinge of guilt.She got home and tried to scrub the ghetto out of her body, wondering how she was ever able to live there.He got home with fried rice, chicken salad and chicken.“I hope you’re a fried rice person,”“With my skills, I can’t be picky. Welcome home.” She regarded his sweaty countenance and grease stained shirt. “You look . . . Like you’ve had better days.”“I like the sound of that.”“I didn’t know you were a masochist.”“I meant the welcome home.”“O

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   121

    (Darius’s POV)Cassia arrives the next afternoon, almost to the minute Brynn said she wouldMy assistant knocks once, steps in, and says Cassia Vale is here to see me, voice careful in that way people get when they know a name carries historyI tell him to send her inI do not stand when the door opensI do not need toShe steps into the office like she has done it a hundred times before, composed, measured, dressed in something understated that still manages to draw the eye, she closes the door behind her without turning her back on me for longer than necessary, then she crosses the room and takes the chair opposite my deskNo entourageNo assistantNo bufferFor the first time since I met her, she is aloneI take that in without reacting“You look well,” she saysHer voice is the same, controlled, warm at the edges, practiced enough to pass for natural“I’m recovering,” I answerHer eyes flick briefly to my side, then back to my face, she notices everything, she always has“I heard,

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   120

    to exhale. The other dancers have already moved on, stretching at the barre, rolling their shoulders, hydrating. But I'm frozen here in the center of the studio, muscles screaming, under the merciless gaze of the woman who controls whether I get Swan Lake or whether I get relegated to the corps de ballet for another miserable year."Your landing, Ms. Gregory," Madame Loretto's voice cuts through the afternoon heat like a blade. She's not yelling. That's what makes it worse. She never yells. "That fouetté was technically adequate. Your extension was acceptable. But your your landing was sloppy and Imprecise. It was the landing of someone who doesn't understand that the role of Odette is not a role for the imprecise."I want to defend myself. I want to say that I nailed forty seven other fouettés today with perfect precision, that my landing was just fractionally off balance, that the audition process for Swan Lake shouldn't hinge on a single moment of imperfection when I've spent the

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   119

    The financial trail is thin but unmistakable once you know what you’re looking for.My security team—specifically Marcus, who has been doing this longer than most people have been alive—comes to me with a folder containing payment records from three separate accounts. Small amounts, never more than five thousand dollars at a time, but consistent. Regular. The kind of payments that speak to an arrangement rather than a transaction. The kind of payments someone makes when they’re paying for silence or compliance or the careful coordination of a crime.The payments lead to a temporary contractor hired through a standard agency, someone listed on payroll under a name that doesn’t match the badge on file at the studio. Someone who should not have been on set that day, but clearly was.Someone who was there when Brynn was shot.I sit in my office and read through the documentation three times, cross-referencing everything with what Seth’s investigation has already uncovered. And with each r

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Chapter fourteen

    DARIUS POV I had never chased anyone in my life. I told myself this was not chasing. I told myself it was efficient, that going through her publicist was the rational next step after the gala, that I was a man who closed loops and this was an open loop, and that had nothing to do with the fact t

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Chapter thirteen

    The flight landed at 6:44 in the morning, and by 6:55 there were cameras.I had expected them. Maya had managed the announcement carefully, enough information to generate coverage, not enough to invite questions she couldn't deflect, and the result was exactly what it was supposed to be: the arriva

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Chapter twelve

    Seth found another donor. He told me on a Sunday morning, standing in my kitchen with his laptop open and his voice doing the careful thing it did when he was trying to manage my expectations without letting me see that he was doing it. Forty-one percent compatibility, he said, a man in his fiftie

  • Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!   Chapter eleven

    Two weeks passed and then another, and nothing came back from the registries, nothing that Patricia could call promising, nothing that Dr. Hana could present to me with anything resembling optimism.Jake got quieter.Not dramatically, or in a way that would alarm a stranger, but I knew him better t

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