Beyond Broken: Finding Her Peace

a splash of black ink

s Protégé, Chloe Dav

ars of shared dinners, quiet mornings, and the silent,

marble countertop. It w

where. Mr. Sterling has cleared his

od there, his expensive suit looking rumpled, hi

whispered, h

nd smug, her hand cradling a swollen belly. The caption underneath was a knife twisting in

I pulled away. "A terrible mistake. I was at a conference in Chicago. I had too much to drin

s hands finally grabbing

, you have to believe me. I' ll fix this. I' ll

s face, genuine tears of panic and regret. My heart, which had felt like a block of ice, beg

is voice thick. "She will never bother

at his lawyer. Set up a trust. Make her sign an NDA. Move her to another state. He was

me, his eyes pleading. "

me. I nodded. Just a small, tired nod. It was en

from our lives. Michael was more attentive than ever, showering me with gift

ling Corp had a new factory. Protesters had stormed the foreign business district. Michael was there

calling his head of security, using every contact

et, tree-lined suburb far from the chaos, a place the news cameras had

sn' t

g. And standing beside him, her hand resting on his arm, was Chloe Davis. Her belly was round and full, pregnant again. She looked up at Micha

a family. A perfe

crack. It shattered

handed the boy to Chloe and walked towa

at are you d

pered, my voice trembling. "I

ne clipped. He glanced back at

k to the private airfi

to accept t

him, uncom

. "They' re my heirs. It' s not their fault. And since you

ng in the air, a cr

the guest house. She' ll be their nanny. That' s

his children would be a nanny in our h

t morning. The two pink lines had felt like a miracle, a secret joy I was waiting to share with h

dn't say a word. I just looked him in the eye and snapped the pregnancy

just looked away, out the window, a

aking so badly I could barely dial. I called the only

d help. I'm