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Chapter 1 - One Life Begins, Another Ends

Vienna’s POV"You’re going to be a mother," the doctor said, her eyes warm above her glasses. "Congratulations, Mrs. Hale.""A–are you serious?" I gripped the edge of the examination table, trying not to squeal. "Oh my goodness… I can’t believe it!" I laughed, breathless and teary-eyed.Clutching the test result like it was a golden ticket, I pushed through the door into the hallway. All I could think about was my husband Warren. How I’d wrap my arms around him and whisper, "You’re going to be a dad!"I turned the corner too fast and crashed into someone in a white coat."Oh! I’m so sorry!" I exclaimed, glancing up.The man looked down at me with narrowed eyes… Eyes I knew too well."Miss Vienna," he said flatly, his voice low and unmistakably irritated.I winced. "Dr. Smith…"He sighed, shaking his head. "I thought we were done with this. I told you, we cannot disclose any information about our organ recipients. That hasn’t—""No, wait. Doctor, I’m not here for that," I said quickly,

Chapter 2 - Secrets Between Us

Vienna’s POVLast night, he said he’d be back. He didn’t.And I—God help me—I actually waited."Long night, V?" Bella asked, side-eyeing me as I tried to stifle a yawn. Not only was Bella my best friend, she was also my right hand at the bakery. We’d built this little dream together. Though if I was honest, that dream had only become reality because of Warren’s generous sponsorship.I gave a tired nod. "Yeah…" I hesitated, watching her line up a tray of croissants. "Warren didn’t come home last night. Desiree was in the hospital."Her hands stopped mid-motion. "Oh…" Her voice dropped, gentle now. "Is she okay?""She had a miscarriage." The words left my mouth flatter than I intended."That’s… that’s awful." Bella frowned, biting her lip. Her gaze flicked to the floor, then back to me. As if she was debating something."What is it, Bell?" I asked, studying her face.She hesitated, then cleared her throat. "I, um… I wasn’t sure if I should even mention this. But I saw Warren and Desire

Chapter 3 - Rearview Reflections

Vienna’s POV"Oh… Uh…" Warren stammered, his gaze shifting to the side. "Dr. Smith’s an old friend of my dad’s. They go way back."I said nothing, just watched him.He cleared his throat. "We were just talking about my dad’s condition. His blood pressure’s been acting up again. Smith’s been keeping an eye on it.""I see," I murmured, eyes still on his face.There was something off. His answer felt… rehearsed. Like he wasn’t being entirely truthful."Why do you ask?" he asked suddenly, raising a brow. "Do you know him?""Oh—no," I said quickly, shaking my head. "I just saw his name and picture in the staff directory in the lobby. Thought he looked familiar, that’s all."Warren nodded slowly. But his eyes lingered on me a second longer than necessary. It didn’t feel right to tell him about how desperate I’d been back then… He knew about Daniel’s accident. But I’d never told him about the heart donation. About how I’d pleaded with doctors, practically stalked transplant registries tryin

Chapter 4 - Intruder in Silk

Vienna’s POVI stared down at the mess of clothes. Why was Warren’s navy hoodie sprawled among Desiree’s lace nightgowns, his white shirt tangled up in thongs?Behind me, Desiree spoke, her voice syrupy."Oh, thanks for getting that, Vienna. Appreciate it," she said with a breezy smile. Before I could react, she’d already turned toward Warren. "Can you help me inside, big brother? I’m still feeling a bit lightheaded."She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, leaning on him like she was a war victim. I watched them walk away together."I’m not your damn maid," I muttered under my breath as I knelt beside the open suitcase.The butler must’ve heard me. He gave me a knowing smile and said, "Why don’t you go ahead, miss Vienna. I’ll take care of this."A blush crept up my cheeks. "Sorry, Charles," I said quickly, managing a sheepish smile. "Let me help you."Together, we packed everything back into the suitcase. Everything except for Warren’s shirts, which I gathered into my arms.

Chapter 5 - He Chose Me, Didn't He?

Vienna’s POV"Oh? Warren never told you about his ex?" Desiree asked, her tone cruelly casual. "Figures..." I said nothing, but my spine stiffened. She pulled out her phone, tapped her screen a few times, then turned it toward me with a smug smile."Here, have a look."Reluctantly, I stepped closer and glanced at the photo.Warren stood in front of a gleaming white yacht, smiling down at the girl in his arms. For a split-second, I thought it was me.She had long, dark brown hair like mine, eyes the same shade of blue, even the same heart-shaped face.But her body—tall, willowy, like a runway model—was nothing like mine. I was shorter, softer. Curvier.I blinked, stunned. "She… looks like me."Desiree raised an eyebrow. "She does, doesn’t she?" She gave me a slow, mocking once-over. "Well, minus the height. And the legs. And, you know... the figure."My jaw tightened.Desiree took her phone back. "Oh, they were perfect for each other," she sighed dramatically. "She came from a rich fa

Chapter 6 - More Than a Sister

Vienna’s POVI pushed the door open, my breath catching in my throat.There they were—Warren and Desiree—frozen in a position I never thought I'd witness. Warren was behind her, his bare chest pressed against her back, his face turned slightly toward the mirror. Desiree wore nothing but a thin, lacy sleep dress, her body bent slightly forward. Their skin was slick with sweat, or was it something else? The scene felt wrong, too intimate. Warren’s lower half was still dressed in pants, but his upper body was marked with faint scratches, red against his skin, as if he'd been grabbed too roughly. I swallowed hard, my voice shaking. "What... what is this?"They both turned slowly, like they hadn’t heard me come in, or like they didn’t care.They didn’t separate. Warren didn’t move a muscle, his arm still loosely wrapped around her. The way they looked at me—like it was all normal—was the worst part.My breath hitched. "You... you’re just going to... stand there?"Warren’s eyes flicker

Chapter 7 - The Words He Wouldn’t Say

Vienna’s POV"Come here, Milo," I whispered as I lifted my cat out of the enclosure. I carried him into the bedroom like a fragile secret, cradling him gently against my chest. He buried his head under my chin, purring faintly. We were both tense. Both displaced.I closed the door softly behind me and crawled into bed, curling under the covers with Milo nestled beside me. The silence of the room felt louder than ever, pressing in from all sides. “I won’t let her take you away from me, don’t you worry,” I murmured as Milo purred in my arms.My fingers moved instinctively through his fur, hoping for some comfort, some distraction. Then I felt it—a small patch, rougher than the rest.“What’s this, buddy?”I sat up slightly and examined him. A clump of fur had been torn out, the skin beneath irritated and pink.My stomach turned.Desiree.So this is how she’d done it. Tricking Warren, playing the victim, crossing my boundaries. I had to admit—she was good. Subtle. Petty. Cruel. My hands

Chapter 8 - Silent Love

Warren’s POVVienna lay with her back to me, her body tense beneath the blanket. In the dim light, I watched her shoulders rise and fall. Then I heard it—a quiet sigh, tight and dissatisfied, as she tugged the covers up to her neck.I wanted to reach for her. Say something. Explain.“V, I—” I began, my voice soft.She cut me off without turning. “Don’t, Warren. I don’t want to hear anything right now. I just want to sleep.”The finality in her tone hit harder than I expected. I let the silence swallow us.It felt like, in just a few days, the space between us had stretched into something immeasurable. How did we end up here?Minutes passed, maybe more. I don’t know how long I lay there staring at the ceiling. Then it came again—the now-familiar stab in my chest. Not sharp, but deep and persistent, like a warning knock behind my ribs.“Ow…” A quiet groan slipped from my lips. I could only hope Vienna was already asleep.I hadn’t told her about the surgery—for a reason. I didn’t want her

Chapter 9 - Too Early for War

Vienna’s POV“Ow!” I winced as something sharp dug into my thigh. I blinked awake, disoriented, and saw Milo perched innocently near my legs, one paw still extended, claws out. “Milo,” I sighed, groggy. “Seriously?”But it wasn’t just the claw. My head throbbed—deep, pulsing pain spreading behind my eyes—and my stomach churned with an uncomfortable, sour nausea. I groaned quietly and sat up, rubbing my temples.The other half of the bed was empty. Again. No sign of Warren.After putting Milo back in his enclosure, I padded downstairs in my pajamas, hoping to at least make a coffee before the day got worse.Instead, the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice humming greeted me. Not the sound I wanted. Certainly not the one I needed.Desiree.Her voice floated from the kitchen, light and airy, completely carefree. Jazz music played softly in the background—Warren’s favorite kind.I walked into the kitchen, and stopped short.The sight of her made my nausea flare all over again.Desiree

Chapter 10 - Breakfast for Two

Vienna’s POVI tried to shake off Desiree’s silent comment as I followed them into the dining area. Two plates were already on the table when I took a seat. One plate held a heart-shaped fried egg, yolk perfectly centered, garnished with a touch of chopped herbs. That one sat in front of Warren. Desiree set the second plate down in front of herself. There was no third plate. No breakfast for me. I stared at the table for a moment, half-expecting someone to say something.“Oh! Sorry, Vienna,” Desiree said, with theatrical surprise. Her tone was sweet, but only because Warren was there. “I thought you’d already eaten.”Right. As if she hadn’t clearly been the first one up this morning.I gave her a tired smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “No problem. I’ll make myself something.”Warren offered me a weary smile, as if he were apologizing on Desiree’s behalf.I turned and walked back into the kitchen. The egg carton was still out on the counter, one burner still warm. I cracked an e

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