Reborn From Ashes: The Genius Wife Returns

massive king-sized bed, her right hand resting gently over her flat stomach. Beneath the he

ye

ive tests, of silently bearing the subtle, judgmental

ntire chaotic world had suddenly gone completely still, leaving only her and the tiny, mira

ox with hands that trembled slightly, nestling it carefully into the silk l

only to set it back down. No, a moment this sacred deserved to be shared in person. She wanted to see his face when he opened it.

n the hallway chime

ouse was immense, broken only by the low

ted, the anticipation a warm, fluttering weight in her belly. She imagined their future-the sound of a child's laughter echoing

w heavy. She must have drifted off into a shallow sleep, he

tress dip. A tall figure slid into bed behind her. The familiar, scorching heat of a ma

ce thick and husky with sleep, soundi

d, his voice a low, gra

h brushed the sensitive skin behind her ear, sending a shiver of anticipation down he

nhaled, a sc

It wasn't the sterile smell of his offic

t. Overpowe

vanilla perfume that had

ng instantly. She sniffed again, discreetly. There was no mistake. The scent was undeniably

rdled into a knot of ice. He

between them. But Hartley simply followed, his body pressing against hers aga

ce thin and tight. She pushed hard

zing. He frowned in the darkness, t

impatience was plain in his

hammering a frantic, terrified beat against h

r rejected him. But in that moment, the thought of him touching her w

off her, the sudden absence of his body heat leaving her shivering. He walked into the

oom, her mind racing with a thousand terrifying quest

the dining room. Hartley was already seated at the long mahogany table, his crisp white shirt sleeves ro

xpression to remain neutral. She picked up

light and casual. "Where were you last night?

pkin. He picked up a financial magazine with his

nks with some friends," he replied sm

pale face. "Why?" he asked, his tone carrying a subtle edge of anno

up, checking his Patek Philippe watch.

d walked out, leaving her alo

suit from last night was gone, but the white shirt he

n. She picked it up, bring

nter now, but unm

ifle a sob. The physical evidenc