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Chapter 21 - The Man Behind the Glass

The air was thick with the scent of fresh espresso and baked bread as Jessica stepped out of Café Bliss. The paper bag in her left arm crinkled against her chest, still warm from the pastries Marina insisted she bring home. Her right hand clutched a to-go cup, steam curling lazily from the lid into the heavy city night. She took one step onto the crosswalk when a sharp hiss escaped her lips. The coffee sloshed from the lid and splattered down the front of her coat, stinging her chest and soaking through the fabric in a rush of heat. Jessica gasped, stumbling forward as she tried to steady the cup, but her knee buckled from the jolt of pain, and the paper bag slipped from her grasp. She bent to catch it, but headlights swept across her body like a spotlight. A car. Fast. Close. She froze...only for a second—but it was enough. Tires screeched. The SUV swerved hard, skidding to a stop just feet away. Its tires kissed the curb. Jessica’s heartbeat thundered in her ears

Chapter 22 - Terror Night For Dom

Dominic stepped out of the shower, drying himself off with a towel before walking into the bedroom. His head still ached. He thought the hot water might help him relax, but it didn’t. He felt tense—wired, even.He pulled on a pair of joggers, wiped the steam off the mirror, and stared at his reflection. His eyes looked tired. His shoulders were tight. The night hadn’t gone badly. Dinner with Natalie was smooth, maybe even enjoyable. They talked more than usual. He laughed once or twice.But something still didn’t feel right.He turned off the light and lay down on the bed. The city noise filtered in through the closed windows..faint sirens, a car horn in the distance, voices from a sidewalk below. Normal things. But nothing inside him felt normal.As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw her again.The woman.The one he almost hit with his car.She appeared in his dream like she had earlier that night. She was standing in the middle of the street, holding a paper bag. Her coat was staine

Chapter 23 – Jessica’s Breaking Point

Jessica moved quickly behind the counter, sliding the cup onto the tray along with a slice of caramel cake. It was almost noon, and Café Bliss was packed. Orders kept coming in. Her legs were tired, but she had a good rhythm going. At least for now.She glanced at the receipt again. Table 7. Hot latte with oat milk, two shots of espresso. No sugar. Extra hot.She carefully balanced the tray and made her way through the crowd. Her grip was tight, her steps focused.“Excuse me,” she said softly as she passed a group of students near the counter. One of them laughed too loud, bumping into her side. Her tray jolted.She managed to keep it steady.Just a few more steps.The woman at Table 7 sat with two other people. Well-dressed, mid-30s, with sharp eyes and sharper voices. She wore a crisp white blouse and red lipstick, phone in hand, barely glancing up.Jessica offered a small smile. “Your latte, ma’am.”The moment she leaned forward to set the cup down, her foot slid on something wet.

Chapter 24 – Gratitude in Pieces

“M-Mr. Carter…”Marina’s voice barely made it out, but it cut through the silence of the café like glass breaking.Jessica blinked, still on her knees. Her face was hot, her palms cold. She looked up slowly.The man in the suit turned his head toward Marina, gave her a simple nod, then returned his gaze to the woman still standing stiffly beside the coffee-stained table.“I said,” he repeated, “Leave.”The woman didn’t speak this time. She turned pale. Her two friends scrambled to collect their bags and rose from their seats as if a fire alarm had gone off. They pushed their chairs back and shuffled out in a panic.The door clicked shut behind them.Jessica’s knees were locked in place. Her mouth trembled. Her eyes were glassy and wide.She tried to stand but stumbled. The tray she’d been holding slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a soft clang.“T-Thank you,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “Sir, I—thank you. Really, thank you. I didn’t know what to do, I was just..than

Chapter 25 - Ms Mills

Natalie stepped out of the elevator like she owned the place. Because, in a way, she did. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor as she walked through the executive wing of Henderson Group. Everyone she passed greeted her with polite nods or brief smiles. No one dared to be too casual, but there was no fear either. Just respect. Measured, professional respect. She wore a muted lavender blouse tucked into high-waisted charcoal trousers, her long hair twisted into a loose knot. Everything about her was clean, deliberate, composed. Her office door opened before she even reached for the handle. Mel, her assistant, stood ready with her coffee and tablet in hand. “Your morning reports,” Mel said. “And your coffee—extra hot, half shot, no sweetener.” Natalie accepted the cup and stepped inside without breaking stride. “Thank you, Mel. Let’s keep today clean and smooth, yes?” “Yes, Ms. Mills. No interruptions until after your ten-thirty.” Natalie nodded, setting her thing

Chapter 26 – The Detour

The first thing Dominic noticed when he opened his eyes was the sun creeping across the edge of the curtains. Too bright. Too high. Too late.He blinked at the digital clock on his bedside table. 9:14 a.m.He never slept this long.For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the silence press in around him. The wine from last night clung faintly to his mouth, but it wasn’t a hangover. It was something heavier. The kind of weight that didn’t go away with water and aspirin.His phone buzzed once on the nightstand. He didn’t pick it up. He didn’t need to. He already knew whose name would be on the screen.Natalie.They’d had dinner. It had been nice. Easy. Familiar, almost. He’d laughed. He’d listened. He’d even looked at her like something in him wanted to lean in. Maybe that was the wine. Maybe it was guilt.Still, he hadn’t texted her back.Dominic dragged himself up, splashing water on his face in the bathroom. He stared at his reflection—shirtless, disheveled, e

Chapter 27 – The Name on the Gold

The quiet hum of late morning settled over Café Bliss. Most of the breakfast crowd had gone, and only a few regulars lingered by the windows with second cups of coffee or laptops open. Jessica liked this part of the day best, when the chaos faded and everything slowed to a rhythm she could breathe in. She wiped down the last table in the corner, humming faintly to herself. The booth had been occupied earlier, but she hadn’t had time to check beneath the cushions. As she crouched to sweep a few crumbs from the floor, her hand bumped into something hard and heavy, wedged under the seat. She paused. It wasn’t a wallet or phone. Whatever it was had a strange weight to it. Curious, she reached further under and pulled it out. A soft black cloth pouch, velvety and folded neatly at the edges. She frowned. Someone had left something important. She glanced around. No one was watching. Slowly, she unfolded the cloth. Her breath caught. It was a nameplate. Not plastic. Not steel.

Chapter 28 – Road Back to Seabrook

It was already past two-thirty in the afternoon, and Natalie’s desk had never looked more perfect. Everything was in place. The reports were reviewed, emails answered, meetings canceled. Her calendar was clear. Even her coffee cup was rinsed and tucked back in its spot. But Dominic never came. She checked her phone again. No messages. No missed calls. Not from him. Not even from his assistant. She’d expected him after lunch. He didn’t say anything last night, but it felt unspoken—like something soft between them had finally started forming. But now, with the silence growing louder by the hour, that feeling began to shift. Twist. He’s done this before, she thought. But this time, it stings a little more. She stared at the elevator doors across the room, waiting for a sound, a shadow, a sign. Nothing. Natalie closed her laptop slowly. “Maybe he just needed space,” she murmured. “Or maybe I read too much into last night.” She reached for her planner, hesitated, then slid it

Chapter 29 - Prenatal Check-Up

Tuesday morning arrived soft and quiet, sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains as Natalie stood in front of her mirror holding a pale blue blouse against her chest. It was silk, with delicate buttons and a gentle curve at the waist. She paired it with tailored slacks, picturing herself sitting in Dr. Lee’s office, composed and glowing.  She tilted her body to the side, running her palm down her stomach. There was no bump yet, but she could imagine one. She smiled quietly to herself.  Then she sighed.  Dr. Lee’s voice from last night echoed in her mind. “Since you’re skipping the test kit and going straight to confirmation, I might need to do a transvaginal ultrasound. Wear something comfortable, something that lifts easily.”  Natalie stared at the outfit in her hands for a moment longer before gently placing it back on the bed. She stepped out of the slacks, unbuttoned the blouse, and folded them both with care.  She reached for the soft cotton dress hanging on her closet door.  As

Chapter 30 – A Future That Doesn’t Exist Yet

Chapter 30 – A Future That Doesn’t Exist YetNatalie sat in silence, her ears ringing. The room felt too still, like even the walls were holding their breath.Then her phone buzzed beside her.Dominic: “Hey, Nat! I’m outside. Can’t wait to see our little bean. ❤️”Her throat closed up.Her knees buckled.The towel in her hand dropped to the floor as she stumbled forward, the weight of the message too much to bear. She fell, not hard, but like her bones gave up. Like her chest cracked open.“No. No, no, no…” she sobbed, her hands covering her mouth. “He’s outside. He’s right outside.”Dr. Lee rushed to her side, crouching low, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.“Natalie, sweetheart,” she said softly.“What do I do?” Natalie’s voice was ragged. She looked up with tear-streaked cheeks, mascara bleeding down her skin. “Please. Tell me how to make it real.”Dr. Lee blinked, stunned. “Natalie…”“Please,” she cried. “You’ve been our doctor since I was a kid. You know me. You’re like family

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