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“People are using words like ‘sleeping with the CEO’ and ‘brother’s ex’ in the same sentence. That doesn’t go away because you say the word fake. Keep your head down. No private meetings. No closed doors with him unless someone else is present. And if you’re lying to me, Miss Harper, it won’t just be your job that burns.” She turned and walked off before I could answer, tablet clutched against her chest like a shield. My legs felt unsteady. The nausea rolled again, slow and mean, and I had to stand still until it passed. Pregnant. Cornered. And now officially on notice. I barely made it back toward my desk before Damien’s door opened.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

"You don't think you're..." "I'm what?" "P-Pregnant, Sawyer. You're pregnant." The omega snorted. "Don't get ahead of yourself, here. That's absurd." "Well, those are the signs...morning sickness, frequent belly kicks, weight gain. Damn, I didn't envision being an aunt this early." Sawyer's heart began pounding, his headlights. He felt as though he was about to collapse. "I can't be pregnant, Maddie. That's...not what I want for myself at this point."

Whenever he had time, he took me on trips to help me heal. We didn't talk much about the baby, but we both knew that pain would never completely leave us. Three years later, I became pregnant again. The moment we found out, Jeremiah became overprotective, surrounding me with dozens of bodyguards and nannies—not even a fly could get close to me. By the fifth month, Jeremiah stopped going to the office. He stayed home every day, always by my side. As my belly grew, my legs swelled up badly. Every night, he'd stay up with me, rubbing my legs and staring at my belly with a worried look that kept him awake.

After two weeks of crying and vomiting and staring at pregnancy tests and wondering if my life is over, Theo is standing in my doorway kissing me like he crossed an ocean just to do it. So I ignore the voice. I ignore all of it. The kiss deepens, slow and sweet and dizzying enough that my fingers curl into his jacket. His thumb brushes lightly against my hip and a shiver runs through me. My heart feels strangely fragile. Like one kind word might break it. Like one kind touch already has. I take a step backward without meaning to. Then another. Theo follows me into the apartment. The door swings shut behind us. And then my leg smacks directly into the back of the couch.

The memories are tinted until all I can remember is the bridal chorus and the orchestral singing in the church as my best friend walked up the aisle to meet him. The ultimate level of betrayal. I clench my fists, and my jaw tightens. Three years later, and now he wants to draw me aside and talk to me? I let out a laugh, still marveling at the absurdity of his claims. We were perfect, but he had to ruin it. And even if he didn’t, we just weren't going to work out, I think to myself. Just shortly after he got married to my best friend, I realized that I was pregnant myself. And not for him.

Tying my hair back loosely, I applied a light layer of makeup before stepping out with him. As we walked through the resort grounds, something caught my eye. The hot springs were nothing like I had imagined. I had expected one large shared pool, but instead, there were multiple smaller ones, each varying in size and color. Curious, I stepped closer and realized that each pool was infused with different natural elements—rose petals, lavender, milk baths, and more. Following the signs toward the restaurant, a sudden movement ahead made me stop. A large, imposing figure dashed past the pathway. My curiosity piqued, I quickened my pace and soon spotted it—a massive dog.

Alexander built a library in the basement, filling it with ancient books and ancient knowledge. As the days passed in her new home filled with magic and harmony, Sarah felt an overwhelming happiness and immense love for her family. She watched Aisha play in the garden, full of energy and curiosity, while tenderly caressing her bulging belly, where her second child was growing. There was something special and mysterious about this pregnancy, something that defied all known laws. Sarah could not understand it, but she accepted it as a divine blessing, a gift she could only attribute to the magic that surrounded them.

Additionally, going forward, not all stories will have bonuses. On to the main matter: I want a light book for my next project, something that doesn’t make me teary while writing and also, I want to leave the woods for the big city for a while, so I thought, why not get high blood pressure and delve into the world of greedy mother-in-laws and audacious husbands in My next book, a billionaire romance, ‘Trillionaire After Divorce’. It should be out by January if all factors are cooperative; it will not be as tragic as this one, but it will still have some darkness...and tons of romantic angst. I’ll tell you this in advance: be ready to throw hands at audacities!