Loretta's POVWhen I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, my world shattered—I spotted my mate, Zane Sterling, at the hospital with another woman.He stood there in a black coat, a sweet, charming woman beside him.She was wrapped in a white fox-fur coat, her cheeks flushed with a soft pink glow, a plush wool scarf framing her delicate, doll-like features.Head lowered, Zane was speaking to her with a tenderness I had never seen on his face.My fingers tightened around my prenatal checkup report. The biting wind cut against my face, but the sight before me cut straight to my heart.I could smell them—her sickly-sweet gardenia perfume and Zane's heavy scent of cedar and cold steel.The two scents were mingled together.Catching sight of me, the woman cast a puzzled glance my way, then murmured something to Zane.Most of her words never reached my ears, but her lips formed two distinct ones: "older woman."A bitter smile tugged at my lips.I was only twenty-four, yet I looked decades older.
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