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Chapter Thirty Two.The contact was brief. It felt like the kind of incidental contact that happened a thousand times a day in hospitals.But I felt it. I felt the warmth of his skin, the calluses on his fingertips that spoke of hours in surgery and the way he pulled back just a fraction too quickly.He felt it too. I was sure of it now.Or maybe I was just desperate and broken and reading meaning into nothing because I needed so badly to believe that someone saw me as more than a burden, a failure, a problem to be managed.I looked down at the tablet, trying to focus on the words through the sudden blur in my vision, and wondered when I'd become the kind of woman who developed feelings for her doctor.When I'd become this patheticI signed where indicated, my hand was shaking slightly because I was hyperaware of him standing close enough that I could smell his cologne."Here," I said, handing the tablet back.This time I was careful not to let our fingers touch. He took it, checked m

Chapter Thirty Four.Adrien's POV My office was on the top floor, corner suite with views of Paris that I rarely looked at anymore. The door was partially open, and I could hear Noe's voice inside, chattering to someone, probably Margot, my assistant.I pushed the door open and found my son sitting in my desk chair, spinning slowly while explaining something elaborate to Margot, who was trying very hard to look interested while clearly needing to get back to work."Papa!" Noe's face lit up when he saw me. He launched himself out of the chair and ran across the office, throwing his small arms around my waist.I caught him, lifting him up despite the fact that he was getting too big for this. "Hey, mon cœur. How was school?""It was okay. We got out early because the teachers have training." He pulled back, his expression shifting to something more serious. "But Papa, there's a problem.""What kind of problem?""There's a parent program at school next week. On Thursday. For Family day

Chapter Thirty Six The words hurt because they were probably true. I tried myself not to feel emotional because I didn't want to feel it right now despite the fact I'm with Elodie."I'm not looking for love," I said quietly. "I just got divorced. I'm homeless and pregnant and broken. I'm not thinking about romance.""Then what are you thinking about?""Survival. Getting through tomorrow. Figuring out how to provide for this baby when I have no money and no skills and a mountain of debt I can't pay."“Mountain of debt?” Elodie asked, raising her brow in confusion.“Yes Elodie, Julien told me to return nine hundred thousand euros and my family refused to help me so the bill is typically on me.”“Shit! Fuck him! Fuck your stupid family! Gosh, that's much! Didn't your family remember that they're the ones who demanded money every second?”“I guess they forgot about that.”“I'm sorry Camille,” she said while gently squeezing my hand. I smiled warmly at her. There was a pause. I guess she

Chapter Thirty-Eight ~Two Days Later…Camille's POVI sat in the corner, hunched over a scratched laptop and tried to figure out how to survive.It had been three days since my discharge. Four days of lying in Elodie's spare room, taking my medications, eating small meals that tasted like cardboard, and staring at the ceiling while my mind spiraled through increasingly desperate scenarios.I had ninety days to repay Julien nine hundred thousand euros. It was supposed to be two weeks but according to him, he extended it to sixty days and that's typically two months. He said I should be thankful to Vèronique. I had eyerolled at the message. I had approximately zero euros to my name. The math was not mathing, as Elodie would say. Back in that stupid marriage, Julien wouldn't let me step out of the house. He was always controlling my movements, who I saw, how I laughed with men when we eventually went to galas…he had never allowed me to get a job of my own in fear that I would become un

Chapter FortyCamille's POVI was three blocks from Elodie's apartment, my mind still spinning from the interview, when I saw them.The paparazzi. A small cluster of men with cameras, hovering outside a luxury boutique like vultures waiting for carrion. I recognized the scene immediately. Someone famous was shopping, and they were waiting for the perfect shot. They were in the way.My instinct was to get home . To avoid whatever circus was happening over there. But then the boutique door opened, and she stepped out.Véronique Beaumont.Even from half a block away, she was unmistakable. She was tall, elegant and she dripped in designer labels. Her dark hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, her arms loaded with shopping bags that probably cost more than most people's rent.And she was laughing. Throwing her head back at something her assistant had said, completely at ease with the cameras flashing around her.I should have turned around and walked the other direction before s