Pregnant For My Ex, Married To His Rival
Antonio muttered, his voice softening into something uncharacteristically vulnerable.
The low rumble of his tone crawled under Adriana’s skin, pulling at places she had carefully tried to keep sealed. But then, she pressed a hand against her chest, as if trying to quiet the ache tightening there. With her throat cleared, she quickly brushed the moment away before it settled too deeply. “The prom will be starting by four p.m.,” she said, her tone brisk, even though her voice quivered on the edges.
“I’ll be at the penthouse in time,” Antonio promised without hesitation.
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