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the air. Her chest felt heavy, weighed down by the betrayal and heartbreak that had unraveled her life in just a matter of hours. Each step felt like she was leaving beh

e she'd dreamed of living, but it was far enough from the chaos she was escaping. It was a city big enough to lose her

warm. The sleepless night had drained her, leaving her jittery and emotiona

o the floor, and her cu

going!" a deep, comm

th an expression of irritation. He was strikingly handsome, with sharp features, piercing blue-gray eyes

anaged, bending to p

apped, still brushing at the fabric. "D

kly gave way to indignation. She s

for the record, you ran into me. Maybe if you weren't so bu

that way. "Typical," he said coldly. "Throwing yourself aroun

ell open in sho

e," he said

. Man in Suit, I don't know what kind of women you're used to, but

outburst. "I don't have time for this," he said, tur

with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Wha

shed with was Raymond Stone-the billionaire w

had just landed in Chicago, and his phone was already b

n. The fertility clinic he had entrusted with one of the mo

d to himself as he walked briskly through th

hospital staff in person. He wanted a

tration. Dr. Harris, the head of the fertility clinic, was waitin

his voice trembling slightly,

ant to know exactly how this happened. How did someone else end up

ix-up with the names. Two women named Olive were at the clinic that day. When we called for Miss Olive

ff didn't bother to double-check? You've just allowed som

ecedented mistake, Mr. Stone. We are taking every

usly low. "You can't undo this. That woman is carrying my ch

nd, sir. We're doing everything we can

etter find her, and fast. If anything happens to that child,

is said, his voice b

acket, his expression still thunderous. "Kee

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p thinking about the events of the past few days-the betrayal, the pregnancy test results, the

the bustling city. The noise, the energy, and the sheer size of New Yo

tel she had booked for the next few days. As the cab weaved th

n't fully processed the pregnancy. How was it even possible? She

ital and demand answers, but another part o

exhausted. She checked in, carried her suitca

ind of emotions swirling inside her. But as sleep b

e father o