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~YVONNE'S POV~Two weeks.That's how long I had been hiding at Liam's lake house, fourteen days of watching the water, eating meals Liam made, sleeping in a bed that wasn't mine, and trying to convince myself I was healing.I wasn't healing. I was surviving, there's a difference.The cramping had stopped, the bleeding had stopped. My body had moved on like nothing had happened, like I hadn't lost a baby two weeks ago.But my mind hadn't caught up yet.I still woke up reaching for my stomach, expecting to feel the small curve that had been growing there. Still felt ghost movements—little flutters that weren't real. I still cried in the shower where Liam couldn't hear me.And Liam—Liam was trying.He made breakfast every morning, left it on the counter with a glass of orange juice and my prenatal vitamins even though there was no baby to take them for anymore. He worked from his study during the day, taking calls and video meetings while I sat in the living room pretending to read bo

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~YVONNE'S POV~Day twelve was a Friday.I spent most of it going through Arthur's calendar, his meeting schedules, every email, and every file I had saved from my time as his assistant.Two weeks I had been gone. Fourteen days of absence.And he hadn't called, hadn't texted, hadn't checked to see if I was alive.I had told myself I didn't care, that I had expected it, that Arthur Klein had never given a damn about me and this just confirmed it.But it still hurt.Three years I had organized his life, made his coffee, managed his schedule, covered for his mistakes, and smiled when he belittled me.I stayed late when he demanded it, gave him everything, and he hadn't even noticed I was gone."You okay?"I looked up, Liam was standing in the doorway, two mugs of coffee in his hands.We had been careful around each other since the study conversation, polite and distant, like strangers living in the same house."Yeah. Just..." I gestured at the laptop. "Going through Arthur's meeting reque

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~YVONNE'S POV~I woke up at 5 AM, too anxious to sleep.I was going back today.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my hand resting on my flat stomach out of habit. The emptiness still shocked me sometimes.Two weeks and my body had adjusted, but my mind kept forgetting. No more baby, no more future with Arthur, no more pretending, just revenge.At 5:30, I heard movement from Liam's room and the shower running. I should have stayed in bed. I should have given him privacy.Instead, I got up, pulled on a robe, and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen for coffee.Liam's door was slightly ajar.I paused.'Don't look. Just keep walking. This is a terrible idea.' But my feet stopped moving, and my eyes...traitor that they were...looked.Through the crack in the door, I could see into his bathroom, the glass shower was frosted but not unclear. I could see his silhouett—broad shoulders, narrow waist, the movement of his arms as he washed his hair.I should leave. I should d

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