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Chapter 2
sidian, pulled up in front of my rundown apartment building. I
h perfectly styled silver hair and an air of authority tha
I recognized her from society pages.
sharp, intelligent gray, scanned my tiny apartment, t
s crisp, like autumn leaves. "I a
my throat too
y will do the same. This environment is not suitable for a
in her eyes, not kindness, but perhaps a pragmatic sort of sympathy. S
d. I was so tired of struggling, of being scared. Anothe
I started, my voic
e have already arranged for her to be moved to the best private care f
my compliance, my life, my child. I had no power to refuse. So I p
l glass and white walls, with minimalist furniture and vast, empty spaces. I
n my entire apartment. The bed was massive, the sheets felt like
of the room, feeling s
heard fo
ed in a simple gray T-shirt and dark pants that probably cost more than my rent for a year. H
armth, nothing. He had claimed me and his child in front of the entire world, but in person,
d and walked away, his footsteps ec
w what I expected, maybe a word of explanation, a simple "h
ingle, large, silver-framed photograph. It was a woman, a ballerina, captured mid-leap. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a grac
ing to him emotionally. His heart, if he had one, was somewhere else entirely. I was jus
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