Leaving The Billionaire Who Loved His Ex

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is last breath a

ne, the sound filling the room while I was staring a

. It crashed over me in waves, mixed with a sickening nausea that had nothing to do with the pregnancy. Mechanically, I ha

back two

oal suit, as if he hadn't just stepped off a transatlantic f

ed performance. "I am so sorry. I got on the

melled her on him. A distinct, floral pe

against my hair, the lie smooth

ike it was coming from across the room,

photo. I didn't scre

e, shielding the screen with his palm. I watched him step out o

He was annoyed that my tragedy

y from my mother's house. The

low voice coming

my footsteps absorbed by the plush

s... fragile right now. Her father just died. I can't leave her ye

ped br

the only complication. But don't worry. I'll make sure it works

I had never heard him make with me. "I m

he bedroom and sat on the edge

now the full

teaming up the bathroom mirro

I respected his privacy. I w

rawer of his mahogany

under the velvet lining of his

ked the

t a drawer. I

faded snapshots from college. Some were new. Some were

rs. And a leathe

l to the last entry

child has Olivia's eyes. If the child looks like Olivia, I can pretend. I can pretend Ava is her

handwriting jagg

. She is quiet. She is man

ed the

ck. I locke

ed at myself in the mirror. I loo

. I was a cosplay

hand on m

of another woman. He wanted to u

rs didn

e center of my chest. It was heavier th

until the skin turned pink.

towel slung low around his waist. He

casual as a viper. "H

ine,"

he Ava who loved him