The moment our eyes met, there was a hint of surprise on Calvin Gomez's face. Then, he composed himself. His eyes moved over our daughter's tear-streaked face, and he frowned. "You wouldn't even call a cab because you're trying to save money?" He nodded at his personal assistant, Liam Brown. "Call her a cab. I just remembered I have a project to check and endorse. It isn't too far out of the way." I was in shock, but Liam forced me into the cab that had just arrived before I could question him. The doors locked, and I received a text from Calvin on my phone: [Go home for now. I'll explain later at night.] The message before that was one he had sent yesterday. [Honey, working overtime is so awful. I'm so tired, but I feel motivated again when I think of you and our daughter.] With shaking hands, I replied, [Calvin, how can you do this to us?] As soon as I sent it, a red error icon appeared. He had blocked me. I still refused to give up and called him, but every call went s
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