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Chapter 1

"The screen window at Clara's new apartment was broken. I just had someone replace it.""Tomorrow I'll have my assistant transfer some money to your account. Next week I'll clear my schedule and take you to the islands."Damian turned off his screen, reached up to loosen his tie, and his voice softened.He walked over and leaned down to kiss my forehead the way he always did, that instinctive gesture of affection after coming home late.I turned my head, slid the signed document into my briefcase, and dodged his lips.His kiss landed on empty air.Damian's brow furrowed slightly. His dark eyes fixed on my face."What's wrong? You've barely said a word tonight.""Nothing. Just tired." My tone was flat.He looked at me, a faint flicker of something probing in his eyes, and his long fingers reached toward the corner of the desk."That urgent document you signed earlier. What project was it?"His fingertips were just about to touch the zipper of my briefcase.The phone in his pocket buzzed

Chapter 2

Before leaving, I went to the OB-GYN alone.After blood work and the initial exam, the doctor looked at the ultrasound and gave me careful instructions."You're about four weeks along. The fetal pole is still faint. Your progesterone is low...""Your situation requires proper rest. Have your husband come pick you up."I held that thin report in my hand, and my heart suddenly felt chaotic. I stood there at a loss.I had already decided to take this child and leave. But in that moment, I still instinctively pulled out my phone, scrolled to Damian's number, and dialed with trembling fingers.I stood at the end of the obstetric corridor. The line rang twice when the VIP clinic door nearby suddenly opened.Damian was helping Clara out.Damian's familiar voice cut across half the corridor and straight into my ear."Doctor, she hasn't had much appetite lately. The smell of cooking oil makes her nauseous. Is there something you can prescribe?"My hand froze around the phone.I looked up. A doz

Chapter 3

At seven that night, Damian had reserved a table at a restaurant on the top floor overlooking the river.White roses on the long table. A violinist playing something soft behind the partition.Damian was already seated, his shirt collar slightly open, looking visibly exhausted.I walked over and sat down. In my clutch was the divorce agreement he had already signed, and the four-week prenatal report.I had already booked a morning flight to Zurich.I'd agreed to this dinner only to make things clear about the divorce, and... the baby."Vivian, I'm glad you came." Damian seemed relieved. He took my cold hand. "About Clara being pregnant, actually..."The phone on the table buzzed violently.The screen showed the head nurse's extension from Clara's private ward.A flicker of intense annoyance crossed Damian's eyes. He instinctively wanted to decline. But his finger hovered over the screen, and in the end, he gritted his teeth and answered."Mr. Damian! Miss Clara is on the rooftop terrac

Chapter 4

I woke to the sharp smell of disinfectant.The IV drip was feeding a fetal support medication into my vein, drop by drop.The on-duty doctor stood at the head of the bed, his expression serious. "You're awake? How could the patient be so careless? Severe emotional fluctuation in early pregnancy triggered contractions. You nearly had a miscarriage. Luckily you were brought in in time. Where's your family? Why is there no one here with you?"I shook my head calmly. "No family. Just me."The doctor sighed, shook his head, and walked out. The door didn't close all the way.Two nurses wheeled an equipment cart past in the corridor. Their voices drifted through the gap, every word clear."Did you hear? The one in the private ward next door? Mr. Moretti brought her in himself. Stayed all night.""Of course I heard. The whole department's talking about it. Mr. Moretti and Mrs. Moretti have been together ten years. Childhood sweethearts. He practically worships his wife.""I was on night shift

Chapter 5

(Third Person POV)The black Maybach swerved hard in the pouring rain.Its tires grazed the front of a motorcycle as it braked. The screech of metal and rubber nearly split the air. The rider's curses cut through the rain, but Damian didn't even blink.He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white."Damian!"Clara's carefully manicured hand pressed against her chest. The diamond bracelet on her wrist knocked against the dashboard with a sharp clink."What is wrong with you lately? You forgot you promised to take me to the movies, and now you're trying to kill us both?"Damian didn't look at her."I'm tired. Go find your friends."His voice was ice. Flat. Hollow.All he could think about was the look on Vivian's face two days ago when he left. That calm, quiet look.Two days. She hadn't contacted him once.No calls. No messages.Clara touched up her lipstick in the mirror on the sun visor and pouted."Ever since Vivian went off to that crappy research institute, you've b

Chapter 6

Damian's fingertips dug into the embossed seal on the decree.Clara's hand landed on his shoulder."Damian, she's just taking advantage of how you spoil her. She's putting on a show to scare you. Give her a couple of days and she'll come crawling back...""Get out."The word ground through his teeth, cold as a round being chambered.He swung his arm back, knocking Clara's hand away.The force sent a crystal vase on the coffee table shattering to the floor.Glass shards sprayed across the expensive marble, refracting broken light.Clara screamed and stumbled back.Damian stormed out of the estate and threw open the car door.The engine roared with fury. The tires carved two black streaks through the rain, tearing through the night.Half an hour later, Damian stood on the tree-lined path of Central University.His custom suit was soaked through. Rain streamed down his hard jaw.This was where Vivian had worked for four years.He looked around and realized, with a sinking despair, that he

Chapter 7

Zurich.The institute's main office was brightly lit.An eight-figure check slammed onto the desk.The Swiss institute representative across from him adjusted his glasses, looking uncomfortable."Mr. Moretti, research personnel field schedules are classified information..."Damian pulled out his pen and added another line to the check."Thirty million.""Use your private clearance. Take me there."Dawn was breaking.The roar of the helicopter tore through the silence of the Alps.Freezing wind poured through the cabin seams. Damian hadn't slept in thirty-six hours.Below stretched the jagged Valais range, peaks like a beast's teeth.The base was a minimalist glass structure built into the mountainside.The moment the helicopter touched down, Damian pushed the door open and ran.He grabbed the first researcher he saw. "Where's Vivian?""Ms. Moretti took a team into the mountains at five this morning to collect sediment samples."A calm voice came from around the corner.A man in gold-ri

Chapter 8

Sanetsch Pass had become a graveyard of ice and twisted metal.The wind drove ice crystals into his face like knives.The heavy rescue equipment hadn't arrived yet. Damian jumped off the snowmobile, grabbed a shovel and a pry bar, and charged into the snowdrift like a madman."VIVIAN!"The wind shredded his scream.He knelt in the snow. When the shovel snapped, he clawed at the snow with his gloved hands.Sharp ice cut through the thick gloves. His knuckles split. Blood mixed with snowmelt and froze into dark red crystals.He felt nothing.With every swing of his arm, images from the past four years flashed through his mind.Her back at the dinner table, waiting until the food went cold.Her alone in the hospital corridor, clutching her stomach in despair.Her shoulders growing thinner under that trench coat.He had thought those were small things. He had thought that as long as he gave her money and a title, she would always be there waiting.He had spent four years pushing her away.

Chapter 9

Outside the medical tent, the snow fell harder.Damian stood like a statue in the sub-zero storm for three hours.The flap opened. Eric stepped out."Mr. Moretti, if you're trying to freeze to death out here for sympathy, I suggest you do it somewhere else. Vivian is over a month pregnant. She can't handle stress."A month.One month.The timing matched the night he came back from his business trip. The night before Clara returned.Damian closed his eyes. Something bitter rose in his throat.He pushed through the tent flap and strode inside.Vivian sat on a cot, sorting through her data tablet."Vivian." Damian slowed his breathing, as if afraid of shattering something. "I know I was wrong. I was so wrong... Come home with me. We can start over."Vivian set down the tablet with a soft click.She looked up. Her eyes were ice."Mr. Moretti traveled all the way to Switzerland just to remind me how stupid I used to be?""No! I swear that's not it!" Damian rushed to explain. "I know I hurt

Chapter 10

Damian pulled out his satellite phone and dialed his assistant, Michael."Michael, it's me."His eyes never left the figure moving through the snow."All routine Moretti family affairs go to the board. Major decisions by encrypted email. Don't call me unless it's a top-level crisis."Michael was alarmed. "Sir, where are you going?"Damian gripped his damaged hands, his knuckles aching."I'm staying in Switzerland.""Until the day she forgives me."He hung up, walked to the edge of the camp, and stood there quietly.He stayed for a full year.One year later. Zurich.Early summer sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, bright on the floor.Vivian leaned back in a rocking chair, a sleeping baby boy in her arms.The baby had thick black hair. His tiny fist rested against her chest. His sleeping face was peaceful.In that year, her paper had been published in a top academic journal. She had become the youngest project lead at the institute.And the once-arroga

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