Then the television in the corner of Dr. Brennan’s office switched to breaking news.
“Tech billionaire Preston Hartwell, CEO of Hartwell Innovations, has announced his upcoming marriage to longtime girlfriend Celeste Ashford…”
At first, I thought I had misheard.
Then Preston’s face appeared on the screen.
My husband.
The man whose wedding ring I still wore on my swollen hand.
He stood on a red carpet in a black tuxedo, with Celeste Ashford pressed against his side. Her hand rested on his chest, and the diamond on her finger flashed under the cameras.
An engagement ring.
My husband was announcing his wedding to another woman while I lay there carrying his daughter.
The ultrasound monitor kept playing my baby’s heartbeat.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My daughter was still there, still depending on me, while the whole country learned that her father had erased us.
I did not remember sitting up. I only remembered Dr. Brennan rushing back in and lowering the TV volume.
“Amara,” he said gently. “Look at me. Not the screen.”
“That’s my husband,” I whispered.
“I know.”
“He’s marrying her next month.”
The doctor went quiet for a moment.
“You and the baby are healthy. Right now, that is what matters most.”
I gave one broken laugh.
“No. What matters most is that my husband just announced a wedding while I’m carrying his daughter.”
My mother answered on the first ring.
“Amara?” Her voice was already shaking. “Baby, please tell me you’re not watching the news.”
I could not speak.
That was enough.
“We’re coming,” she said. “Do not go back to that penthouse. Do not call Preston. Do not speak to reporters. Stay at that office.”
Three days later, Preston sent his answer.
Not a call.
Not an apology.
A thick envelope from his corporate attorney…
Dramatic & Emotional (Best for Romance/Drama Apps P1
