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Harold unlocked the car doors. Gideon stepped onto the paved driveway and offered me his hand. I took it and let him pull me out of the sedan. The cool evening air hit my face, chasing away the stale warmth of the legal office. Gideon guided me up the walkway. He unlocked the front door and pushed it open. The quiet darkness of the guest house welcomed us. I stepped inside and kicked off my heels. The cool hardwood floor felt amazing against my sore arches. Gideon closed the door and locked the deadbolt. He tossed his keys onto the entryway table and loosened his silk tie. The rigid posture he maintained all day finally melted away. He turned to face me, his dark eyes sweeping over my tired expression. "We are not talking about Shane tonight," Gideon said. His voice dropped to a soft, rough register. "He does not get to ruin our evening." I nodded and leaned against the wall. The heavy knot of anxiety in my chest loosened just a fraction. "I just want to sit down and forget th
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Gideon shut the conference room door. Elias’s lawyers sat on one side of the table, holding their pens over legal pads. Gideon’s team took the opposite side. Elias’s lead lawyer cleared his throat and slid a folder across the table. He started outlining the standard co-parenting framework, his voice filling the quiet room. I pressed my hand flat against the top of the folder to stop him. The lawyer paused mid-sentence. "Before we review your draft, we need to establish the actual baseline," I said. "The standard clauses do not apply here." Gideon leaned back in his chair. His usual hard stare stayed fixed on Elias, but his posture remained relaxed. He let me take the lead. Elias nodded slowly and gestured for his lawyer to wait. His dark eyes locked onto mine. I pulled out my own printed list and slid it across the table. "These are my non-negotiables," I said. "I want a joint trust funded equally by both parties. Elias will have weekend visitation once the baby is bo
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Harold idled the car out front, the engine humming a low rhythm against the quiet morning. "Harold has the car ready," Gideon said, grabbing his keys from the counter. "We walk straight to the door. No stopping." "I know the plan," I replied, grabbing my bag from the hook by the door. Gideon unlocked the door and pulled it open. Flashing lights and shouting voices hit us instantly. Paparazzi packed the space behind the iron gates. Shane’s leak worked fast, drawing every camera in the city to my door. "Ms. Bennett! Are you living with your boss?" a man yelled, shoving a microphone through the bars. "Did you steal company funds?" another voice shouted over the noise. "What about your husband?" My heart hammered against my ribs. The old instinct to duck my head and run flared up in my chest. I pressed my boots into the pavement and grounded myself. I was not running. Not anymore. Gideon stepped in front of me. His shoulders blocked the flashing lights. "Back up," Gideon said,
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The black ink on the page stopped blurring as I forced my eyes to focus on the final paragraph. Probability of paternity: 99.99%. The words sat at the bottom of the sterile document in stark, absolute certainty. Elias Blackstone. A massive, shuddering breath left my lungs. My shoulders dropped two inches, the tight band of iron that had been crushing my chest for weeks suddenly snapping. The paper slipped from my fingers, landing softly against the stone. It was not Shane’s. The baby growing inside me did not belong to the man who had frozen my accounts and bruised my face. The absolute worst-case scenario had been entirely avoided. Gideon leaned over my shoulder. He read the final number twice. He stepped back and dragged a hand down his face, his posture sagging with a heavy, visible relief. "Thank God," he muttered, his voice rough and quiet. I nodded, my hands coming up to grip the edge of the counter. The relief was so intense it made my knees weak. I let out a wet, bre
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The guest house was entirely quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator. Gideon stood at the kitchen island, stirring a pot of chicken soup. The steam rose in thick white curls, fogging the glass window above the sink. The overhead pendant lights cast long shadows across the polished marble. The quiet tick of the wall clock seemed deafening in the large space. I sat on a wooden stool, my hands wrapped around a mug of warm water. The forty-eight hours were up. The lab had promised the results by five. Eight o'clock meant they were late. The silence in the room felt heavy, pressing against my eardrums and making my skin prickle. My phone sat face down on the marble counter. The screen remained completely dark. No emails. No calls. The waiting was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest and making it hard to draw a full breath. My lower back throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of the physical toll the stress was taking. Gideon set the wooden spoon down. He w
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The glass doors of the private medical clinic slid open, letting in a rush of cool morning air. The lobby was entirely white, the polished floors reflecting the bright overhead lights. Gideon walked half a step ahead of me, his posture rigid as his dark eyes swept the room. Elias Blackstone stood near the reception desk. He wore a dark suit, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The moment he saw me, his shoulders dropped a fraction of an inch. "Ms. Bennett," the receptionist said, offering a polite smile. "The doctor is ready for you in room three." Gideon stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. "I will go in with her." "The phlebotomist only allows one companion in the room," the receptionist replied gently. Elias pushed off the wall, walking over to us. "I will wait out here," he said, his dark eyes locking onto Gideon. "We can use the time to review the chain of custody for the samples." Gideon’s jaw ticked, but he gave a single, sharp nod
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