llowed by the frantic scurrying of feet in the hallway. My

alarm. "Madam! It's Mrs. Isabella! She's colla

ce a mask of panic, his eyes wide and unfocused. He pushed past me in the hallway, not even seeing me, his arm brushing roug

otice. He d

se with fear. "Call the private jet! Get

se, ordering servants, barking commands into

emptiness in my chest. A silent tear traced a path down my cheek. Th

e I was a child, rushed to my side. Her kind, wrinkled face crumpled with conce

The pain in my elbow was seconda

murmured, her voice filled with quiet i

rs. Gable." My voice was a brit

ked shocked. "

eeded to see the extent of my defeat, to witness the depth

er her, his face etched with worry. Isabella lay pale against the silk pillows, her hand clutchin

. I... I thought I lost it." She glanced at me, then back at Jensen. "Harper, y

lla's hair, his voice thick with concern. "Don't worry, my l

began, her voice trailing of

rrying our child. The future of the Logan family. Nothing else matters." He then addressed Isabella directly, his voice softening

e. I wanted to scream, to la

d, her fingers tightening on his arm. "J

tender, intimate gesture that tore at the last vestiges of my hope. He then gently plac

suffocating. My father' s warning echoed in my mind: "If he ever betrays you..." And Jens

ery understanding of what love meant. His desire for a legacy, for his mother' s approval, had proven

face still concerned. "Madam Harper, we can always

expressionless. "There won't be a 'w

solve was solid. It was time to leave. Not with a

d a single, encrypted messa

agreement. The infidelity clause. My father's foresight. It was all there. I would begin the process t

door. "Madam Harper, Mr. Jensen is in the dining r

spoon-feeding Isabella, both of them basking in the glow of their shared

crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a practiced smile. "Harper, good morning. How ar

a, her eyes narrowed. "Finally decided to join us, Harper? Some of us h