LOGINClaire's POVI couldn't stop looking at him.Only a few minutes earlier, Damien had confessed that he'd realized he loved me when it was already too late to save our marriage. Now I found myself wanting to understand how two people who had signed divorce papers had somehow ended up expecting a baby together.Nothing about our story sounded ordinary."So..." I began, curling my fingers a little tighter around the blanket. "You promised you'd tell me about us."A faint smile touched his lips. "I did.""Then start at the beginning."He leaned back in his chair, letting out a slow breath as though he was travelling back through memories he'd visited a thousand times before. "Alright."For a moment his gaze drifted toward the window, but I could tell he wasn't really looking outside. He was somewhere else entirely."You already know Tiffany left me at the altar."I nodded. "You told me that yesterday.""What I didn't tell you..." His eyes found mine again. "...was that you were there."I s
Claire's POVThe room grew quiet again.It wasn't the uneasy silence that had hung between us earlier, when every answer seemed to create another impossible question. This silence settled more gently, carrying the weight of everything we'd already shared and everything neither of us quite knew how to say.Almost without thinking, my hand drifted back to my stomach. It was strange how naturally it happened.Only minutes ago I'd learned there was a baby growing inside me, and yet my body already seemed determined to protect a child my mind still struggled to understand. I rested my palm against the blanket and stared down at it, trying to make sense of a future that had changed before I'd even had the chance to remember my past.Pregnant.The word still felt unfamiliar and not because I doubted it, but because it belonged to a life I couldn't remember living.When I finally looked up, Damien was watching me.There was nothing unsettling about the way he looked at me. If anything, it rem
Claire's POVI searched Damien's face, trying to understand why his eyes looked as though he'd just walked through every emotion imaginable from fear, relief to hope but there was something else too something so overwhelming that it almost frightened me.He drew in a slow breath before speaking again. "Before I tell you," he said quietly, "I need you to promise me something."I tilted my head slightly. "What?""If you don't feel anything... if you don't remember anything..." He gave me a small, reassuring smile. "That's alright."I frowned. "I don't understand.""You don't have to." His voice remained impossibly gentle. "Just listen."I nodded. "Okay."For several long seconds, he simply looked at me. I had the strange feeling he was choosing every word with incredible care.Finally, he spoke. "Claire..." His voice trembled ever so slightly. "You're pregnant."Everything around me seemed to stop as I stared at him, convinced I'd misheard. "...I'm what?"His smile wavered, but it never
Claire's POVI woke before the sun had fully risen.For a few peaceful seconds, I simply lay there listening to the quiet hum of the hospital. Somewhere beyond my room, a cart rolled across polished floors, followed by the distant murmur of nurses beginning another shift. It was strangely comforting. Familiar, even.Then I remembered or rather I remembered that I couldn't remember and the comfort disappeared as quickly as it had come.I slowly turned my head toward the window. The sky outside was painted with soft shades of pink and gold as the first rays of sunlight stretched across the city. New York was waking up, and judging by the view from my room, it was a city that never seemed to slow down.I wondered if I'd loved living here and I wondered where I'd lived. What my apartment looked like. Whether I preferred coffee or tea in the mornings.The questions never stopped and every answer I searched for was swallowed by the same endless emptiness.A quiet sigh escaped my lips before
Damien's POVAs we reached the end of the corridor, my legs suddenly felt far heavier than they had only moments before.The room was right there.Just a few steps separated me from the woman I'd spent the past week believing I'd lost forever, yet every step toward that door seemed harder than the last. I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways since Dr. Reynolds told me Claire was alive, but now that it was finally here, I wasn't sure I was ready.Claire was on the other side of that door.My wife.The woman I'd already mourned.The woman I'd loved for so many years.The mother of our unborn child.My hands were shaking by the time I reached for the door handle.Before my fingers could close around it, Dr. Reynolds gently rested her hand on my arm."Mr. Laurent..."I turned to look at her."I want you to remember what we discussed. Mrs. Laurent may appear completely like herself. She can speak normally, answer questions, and carry on a conversation, but please don't mistak
Damien's POVThe moment I pulled into Memorial Hospital's parking garage, I barely waited for the engine to stop before climbing out of the car.Olivia was already opening her door by the time I reached the front of the vehicle. We exchanged a brief look, but neither of us spoke. There wasn't anything either of us could say that would settle the storm inside me. Every question I wanted answered would have to wait until we found the doctor who had called.Together, we hurried across the parking garage and through the hospital's sliding glass doors.The familiar smell of antiseptic drifted through the lobby, mingling with the quiet murmur of conversations and the distant beeping of medical equipment. People moved around us in every direction—nurses pushing carts, visitors carrying flowers, doctors walking briskly through the corridors—but everything around me blurred into the background.My mind was somewhere else.For a week, I'd lived with the certainty that Claire was gone. There hadn
Claire's POVThe moment I saw the name on Damien's phone screen, something inside me went completely still.Tiffany Morgan.For a second, I wondered if I had imagined it. The restaurant seemed to fade around me, the soft glow of candlelight and the murmur of nearby conversations becoming distant an
Claire's POVThe message remained open on my phone long after I had finished reading it.Outside the penthouse windows, Manhattan glittered beneath the deepening evening sky, its countless lights stretching toward the horizon like stars scattered across black velvet. Normally I loved this view. The
Claire's POVThe next morning, I left the penthouse before Damien not because I had an early meeting and not because my schedule demanded it but because I couldn't bear the thought of sitting across from him at breakfast while pretending his words from the night before hadn't lodged themselves bene
Claire's POVDamien's words settled over the room with all the force of a collapsing building. "We will need to discuss the divorce arrangements this week."For a moment, I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. The candles flickered softly between us. The meal I had spent hours preparing filled th






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