THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRETS

er the narrow awning outside her apartment, clutching her umbrella and her bag. The nausea had

d seats until she found one near the window. She pressed her forehe

vival. She still hadn't told anyone at the company that she was pregnant. The

desk. "Mr. Khan has requested you in the design room tod

ma replied, slippin

Fahad disarmed her defenses at times. Maybe it was the way he listened, really listened, when she s

amples, and double-checked shipment logs. She was so immersed t

e excellent choi

led. "Oh, thank you. I wa

," he interrupted. "

her cheeks. "I t

d his throat. "There's a gala event next week. A sho

nked. "Me?

roject. You've earned

nowledged her worth without strings or cruelty. She

. Calm. Direct. Protective in a quiet, dignified way. But she couldn't afford distracti

her hands, staring at the ceiling fan as it whirred above her. Her bod

ch

to ask where she had gone. Maybe that made it easier. Mayb

aw his face. The betrayal. The finality i

ng as she begged him to stay-before s

away angrily. "Enough," she whispered. "No mo

n her belly. "It's

r into his office again, but this tim

best," he said, gesturing for her to sit

ghtened

. "I've just been tired.

three times in a month. If there's a medical condi

e," she

le part of this team, Shaeema. Don't think

little at the gent

hank you. I'll let you know i

t as she left his office, s

photos she hadn't deleted yet. A shot of her and Michael laughing at

whispered: He chose someon

kily and opened

a message

won't d

eone to

f to save

too

my st

, heart a li

on its way. That just as she was beginning

rtbreak, her unfinished chapter-w

to come crashing