His Heartless Plan, Her Bitter End

ll-fitting security guard uniform, my hand instinctively resting on my still-flat stomach where a tiny secret was growing. Thre

bills piled up like snowdrifts, burying us, burying my own dreams of being a full-time artist. This security job, with its dange

ere the only sound. I loved David with an aching intensity, and I was pregnant with his child. This baby, I thought, w

at was supposed to be empty and locked. My heart jumped into my throat. Protocol was to call

David's

ng from his sickbed. It was strong, vibrant, and full of lif

ed with amusement. "She actually believes I need that new 's

mily, his childhood friend, the one who sometimes visited to "cheer him up.

breathe. It felt like the floo

uldn't stand another second of that cramped apartment, her cheap paint fumes, prete

ng closer to the door. "You're David Chen, the tech genius behind '

on. Besides, there's a new d

gh from Emily. "Oh

cket out. I'll let her have the baby, claim she's an unfit, hysterical mother, and t

d save us was just another tool in his elaborate, horrifying game. The love I felt for him curdled into something black and bitter. The pas

h mogul. And I was the fool who fund

There was nothing left inside but rage and a terrible, chilling clarity. I was not going to have this

ant and absolute. I w

ut underneath it, a cold, hard resolve began to form. I took a shaky step bac

and knocking over a small metal sign stand. It clattered to the marble fl

, the voices st

ly whispered, her vo

ut there," D

door handle