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Freeda James steps into her wedding with her heart set on the man she trusts. But before the ceremony even gets going, she catches him whispering to another woman that marrying her is just a formality. So Freeda does the only thing that feels right. She leaves him standing at the altar. Word gets around fast. The embarrassment hits even harder. And Randy Owen? He doesn’t know how to lose. He figures she’ll come crawling back once she faces the mess she’s made. But, she doesn’t. Instead, people start spotting her with the last person Randy ever wanted her to see: his rival, Scott Baley. Sticking close to Scott means Freeda doesn’t have to put up with pity, or let anyone push her around, or fade into the background. But it also drags her into a fight she never asked for. She’s caught between a man who won’t let go and another who never planned on wanting her in the first place. Because leaving was just the start. And Randy Owen isn’t the type to let someone walk away.
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Six months later, the house still smelled faintly of milk, soap, and warm cotton. Freeda stood in the nursery doorway, one hand on the frame, watching her daughter sleep. The late afternoon light came in soft through the curtains, laying a pale stripe across the crib blanket and the curve of the baby’s cheek. One tiny fist was still tucked near her mouth, as if even in sleep she refused to let the world think it had all of her. Freeda understood that instinct. She smiled and stepped in quietly. The room was small, but nothing in it felt lacking. A white crib. A chair by the window where too many dawn feedings had turned into quiet conversations with the dark. Folded blankets stacked with Winnie’s severe neatness. A stuffed rabbit Kris claimed the baby liked because she had blinked at it twice in a row. On the shelf above the changing table, one framed photo from the hospital sat. Not posed. Not polished. Just Freeda, tired and wrecked and radiant in ways she had never trusted bef
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Randy saw her by accident. That was what made it final. Not at a gala. Not outside a boardroom. Not in one of the polished rooms where he used to stand half inside the doorway and wait for people to decide whether his presence still changed the air. He saw her on a quiet weekday afternoon outside a pediatric clinic with a pale green sign and a cracked flowerpot by the entrance. Freeda came out first, the diaper bag on one shoulder and her daughter against her chest in a soft wrap, the baby asleep with one tiny fist tucked under her chin. Scott followed, carrying a paper bag from the pharmacy, and the kind of careful tiredness new fathers wore when love had taught them to keep functioning on too little sleep and too much feeling. No witnesses that mattered. A woman pushing a stroller farther down the pavement. A delivery rider was at the corner. An older man was under the awning of the chemist next door—life, ordinary and blind to history. That was why the moment hit harder. Be
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The hospital at two in the morning looked like every building that had ever promised mercy, with white walls and fluorescent light. Too bright. Too clean. Too awake. Freeda gripped Scott’s hand through another contraction as the nurse at intake asked questions in a voice that was kind enough not to become irritating. “First baby.” “Yes,” Freeda said through her teeth. “How far apart?” “Close enough that he’s starting to look useful,” she muttered, nodding once at Scott. The nurse smiled despite herself. Scott did not. He stood beside the desk with the bag over one shoulder and every paper already ready in his free hand, face too controlled to be calm. Freeda could see the effort in it. He was holding himself together the way men hold a door against the weather and pray no one notices the shaking in the frame. By the time they got her into the labor room, the contractions had stopped feeling like warnings and started feeling like work. Real work. Deep. Primitive. A force in h
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The hospital bag had been packed for four days and repacked twice because Winnie did not trust men to know what mattered in a crisis, and Scott did not trust a zipper unless he had tested it himself. Now it sat by the bedroom door, closed and ready, while Freeda lay on her side in bed with one hand under the curve of her stomach and the other gripping the sheet every time another tightening rolled through her body. Not pain exactly. Not yet. Pressure. Pull—a warning with teeth. Scott came back from the kitchen carrying water and stopped the second he saw her face. “Another one.” Freeda nodded once and breathed through it. “Do not start counting out loud.” “I wasn’t going to.” “You were about to.” His mouth shifted. “I was absolutely about to.” That almost made her laugh, which was rude because the tightening had not finished, and laughter felt like a bad betrayal of muscles already doing too much. When it passed, she took the glass from him and drank. The room was dim ex
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“Wash your hands,” Winnie said, blocking the kitchen doorway with her body like she could keep the night outside.Freeda stared at the counter, then at her fingers. They looked normal. They did not feel normal. “I can still smell him,” she said, and flexed her hands until her knuckles ached.Kris d
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The elevator doors shut, and the apartment went quiet again, but Freeda’s skin still felt exposed.Winnie stood in the kitchen with the kettle in her hand, not turning it on. Kris hovered near the hallway, keys clenched, ready for anything. Scott stayed close to the door, not guarding it, just pres
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Freeda ended the call and kept the phone in her palm, as if it were still burning.The car was quiet in the way a room gets quiet after shouting. Winnie sat behind her with her arms folded tight. Kris stared out the window, jaw set, like she was daring herself not to cry. Scott drove with both hand
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Freeda’s phone buzzed again.Abigail White.Freeda looked irritated. Her jaw tightened. Of course, it was her.Winnie’s voice ran through her head, sharp as ever. Don’t pick up. Don’t let them drag you back into their mess.Kris shifted on the couch, eyes narrowing. “She just doesn’t quit… Jeez.”W
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