MarkI march through the hallway towards my office. My heavy footsteps bounce along the walls and warn people I’m coming. The pictures of the mysterious guy talking with Katie flicker through my mind and pull me back to it every chance it can get. A weight presses down on me, but I don’t know if it is from the mysterious guy trying to find my wife or from my issue with Tiffany thinking she is going to marry me. Every time I think about Tiffany, my skin crawls. Tiffany isn’t remotely close to my image of an ideal wife. Only Katie can fill those shoes and no one else. I take a deep breath as I walk past my assistant’s desk. Jack looks up from his computer monitor while his fingers hover over his keyboard. “Your important items are on your desk. There are a few things in your email which needs to be addressed right away. I’ve marked them urgent so you can easily find them. If you have any questions, just let me know.”I slow down briefly and nod. Jack motions with his chin t

MarkMy heart races as I bolt out of my office and run through the building. My mind is in turmoil. Is Katie alright? Is the baby fine?I jump in my car and zoom through the streets, hoping I will get there as soon as possible and that nothing happens.My finger taps the steering wheel. How much longer is it before I get there? Ring…ring…ring…My breath hitches, and a wave of panic slams against me. Am I too late?My finger quickly taps the button in the car to answer my phone. “Hey, is she alright? Don’t tell me something else happened to her.”My breathing shallows out and turns into short pants. My world is falling apart. Why now? It is just starting to move in the right direction. “Wow. Calm down, son. Did something happen? Where are you?” Shit. I didn’t want them to know, and I’m the idiot for letting it slip and not looking to see who was calling first. I run my hand through my hair while I glare at the traffic in front of me, wishing I have the power to make t

I lean forward. “Mom?”Mark pushes me along the side of the bed, and I gently grab her hand. “Mom, I’m here. Don’t talk if you hurt. I’ll be here for a bit.”She turns her head towards me, and her eyes flutter open. A tear hangs on the corner of her eyelid, almost daring to fall. My eyes sting, and I take a shaky breath. She squeezes my hand. “How are you here?”I never told her I was coming back here, or I got a job in the hospital. My heart feels heavy. “I moved back with my husband, Mark.” I reach a hand back over my shoulder. Mark takes it and steps around to the side of the wheelchair. He gives her a small grin. “Hi, Mrs. Hunt. It is nice to meet you in person.”Her eyebrows knot together as she looks up at him. She stares at him for a moment before her gaze drifts back to me. The disappointment in her eyes slices right through my heart. Mark wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I’m so happy to finally find her. It was my dream that when she returned, I would a

KatieMy stomach grumbles slightly as I make my way to the kitchen to find myself something to eat, but my feet suddenly stop, and I freeze in my spot when I hear Mark’s mother talking. My husband’s office door is slightly ajar. “Are you sure it is because Mark married Katie? There can be a lot of reasons why someone would refuse to sign a contract with our company. I know we were really hoping this would go through, but we can’t hold anything against Mark for this. The potential client is crazy, just like Tiffany.”A mix of emotions races through me. Did Mark lose the contract? And because of me? He was looking forward to this. I might not know much about business, but I know Mark was hoping this contract would go through. My heart twists. Am I the reason Mark didn’t get the contract? “I know what he said. You told me, but I won’t believe he refused to sign the contract because Mark is married to Katie. There is no way I will believe it.”My heart sinks. I’m the reaso

I march into my father’s office, not caring that I’m interrupting a meeting. With my hand, I motion for everyone to leave.Even though he has passed the President/CEO title to me, he still likes to have his hands in the mix, according to him, so he has kept an office for himself at the company. When the last person finally leaves and shuts the door behind them, I turn my focus towards my father and bark, “Are you going to tell me who called you last night? From the look on your face at the dinner table, it was important, but also someone you didn’t really want to talk to. Am I right?”He stares back at me. We lock into a staring war for a few minutes before he finally breaks and looks down at his desk. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair. “It was Tiffany’s father. He is demanding I fix this, but I’ve told him there is nothing to fix and there was no arrangement.”He raises his gaze back to mine. “He admits there was no arrangement, but he can’t take his