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LORIANTo be honest, I chose that avocado for Emely on purpose this morning, the one that was already unfit to eat. And no, it wasn’t without reason.Does it sound cruel? Maybe. But I needed to know. I needed to truly understand where Alexander’s heart stood now. Would he still defend Emely the way he used to, or had he finally chosen my side, just as I had always hoped?The outcome was even more satisfying than I’d imagined.When Emely threw up at the sink, her face drained of color, I rushed to her immediately, pretending to be concerned, of course. My hand rubbed her back, my voice trembling just right. But inside, I was laughing in triumph.Alexander didn’t even look up from his tablet. And when he finally did, the words that came out of his mouth were, “It’s okay, Lorian. You tried.”That one sentence was enough.He chose me.Then Anna arrived at the perfect moment, rushing straight to my defense. “Lorian did her best. Emely is just too sensitive.” I watched Emely shrink under th

EMELYThat morning, I woke with a feeling that was far too familiar. Heavy. Suffocating. As if a massive stone were pressing down on my chest. My body was still exhausted after a long night spent replaying the chocolate milk incident and Lorian’s sobs over and over in my head. My mind was not even fully awake yet when the door to the guest room opened.Alexander walked in without knocking.His face was unreadable, but there was urgency in his eyes.“Get ready,” he said curtly from the doorway. “We’re going to the hospital today. Your DNA test and Lorian’s NIPT are scheduled for this morning. Dr. Hailey said it’s better not to delay.”I sat up immediately. My heart began to pound, fast and uneven.A DNA test.The words felt like a blade that had been lodged in me for a long time, now twisted again without warning.“Today?” I asked. My voice was still hoarse from sleep.“This morning,” he replied firmly. “Lorian’s already downstairs. Don’t take too long.”Then he was gone. The door clos

EMELYNight arrived without bringing any real sense of peace.I lay on my side in bed, the bedroom lights dimmed and the curtains drawn tightly shut. The clock in the corner ticked far too loudly, or maybe my senses were simply too sharp tonight. Since the afternoon, my stomach had felt unsettled. Not a sharp pain like when the needle pierced my skin, but a dull ache that came and went, like small waves that never truly receded.I tried to breathe slowly, following the rhythm Dr. Hailey had taught me. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. But every time I began to feel calmer, the sensation returned, tightening my chest all over again.My hand moved to my stomach on instinct. The touch was careful, almost hesitant, as if I were afraid of doing something wrong. As if this body no longer belonged entirely to me.“Easy,” I whispered, to myself or perhaps to the tiny life inside me. “Mama’s here.”For a moment, I considered calling Alexander. His name crossed my mind several times, along with the image o

ALEXANDERThat morning, I decided to take the day off work. Not because I was tired, but because I needed time to reorganize everything in my head. The test results from last night still felt like a personal victory—one that was far too sweet to ignore. A male heir. At last.I went down to the dining room later than usual. Lorian was already there, wearing a light cream maternity dress that made her belly look even more pronounced. When she saw me, her face lit up, eyes sparkling like a child who’d just received a long-awaited gift.“Alex,” she greeted softly, standing and walking toward me. “You’re taking the day off today?”I nodded as I pulled out a chair at the end of the table. “Yeah. I thought we could use a little break after yesterday’s results.”She immediately sat beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. “I was thinking the same thing. How about we go out somewhere?”“Where to?”“Maybe the nearest beach?”I studied her for a moment. It was a good idea. Today was meant

STEVENThe idea came from Austin—at the most inappropriate moment imaginable.The meeting had just ended. Two full hours of numbers, targets, and voices steadily rising as exhaustion went unacknowledged by everyone in the room. Some people rushed out immediately, carrying their leftover frustration with them. I stayed behind near the meeting room window, staring down at the city from above, trying to put my thoughts back in order, when Austin casually leaned against the edge of the table—as if we’d just been discussing vacation plans, not a quarterly report that had nearly pushed everyone to the brink.“We need a break,” he said lightly.I turned toward him, one eyebrow lifting. “What we need is a more realistic deadline.”Austin chuckled, completely unfazed. “That too. But seriously, Steve. Look at them.” He nodded toward the door that had just closed. “They’re barely holding it together. We should go somewhere. Together. No laptops. No work.”A few people still packing up immediatel