[ALESSIA'S POV]The apartment is too quiet when I walk in.I drop my keys on the counter. My coat drips rain onto the hardwood floor, but I don't care enough to hang it up.The nursery door is open. I can see the crib from here, the one Edward spent three hours assembling last month. He was so proud of himself, kept making jokes about how he was "Dad of the Year" already.I close the door.My phone won't stop buzzing. Edward. Sandra. Unknown numbers that are probably reporters, someone always leaks these things. The billionaire's wife walks out of a coffee shop crying, and suddenly it's news.I silence it and sit on the couch.The baby's been kicking nonstop since I left the café. Like he can feel my anger, my heartbreak, everything."I know," I whisper, hand on my belly. "I know it's a lot."The door handle rattles.Edward's key in the lock.I stand up as he walks in. His shirt is soaked through. He looks like he's been standing in the rain for an hour."You can't just walk in here a
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