Too Late, Billionaire: Watch Me Leave

last of early winter wind fighting her exit. She instinctively wrapped an arm aro

envelope. Her eyes held a flicker of envy that Ciara had see

rs trembled a

soothe the frantic thrumming beneath her ribs. The seal of the envelope resisted for a moment bef

locking onto two words: Positive. And belo

ted, a painful, powerful squeeze that stole the air from her lungs.

pocket. A message from Paige.

ing a single word. Pregnant. A smile, re

orman rushed forward with an umbrella, but she waved him off, refusing the bodyg

ve diamond on her ring finger, a cold, heavy weight that was supposed to signify

h Avenue penthouse. She took a deep, steadying breath

world enveloping her. The fingerprint scanner glowed green, and the elevator beg

rn of shadows and silence, the only light coming from the

She walked toward the open-plan kitchen, a sudden idea takin

rator. The sharp, clean sound of the knife hitting the cutting

came from the foyer. The electronic chime of the fingerpr

hammering against her ribs. She wiped her hands on

old air with him. His tall frame cast a long, impo

onto a sterile-looking sofa. His brow was furrowed, his

ith a glass of water. She tried to break thro

against hers. His skin was ice-cold. The

away, heading for the wet bar to pour himself a whiskey.

to her pocket, her fingers closing around th

ou," she said. Her voice sounded smal

tal glass. He turned his head, his gaze pinning her

ocket, a shrill ringtone shattered the silence. It

vanished, replaced by a sharp, sudden tension. He sla

is jaw tightened. He answered

don's entire demeanor shifted from cold indifference to a

ice a low, soothing rumble. He hung up, turned,

ed, the words caught in her throat. She watch

nic in her voice. She took a step after him, a desp

r, his hand on the handl

" he said, the word

e sound echoing through t

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