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She sat at the long dining table with her phone pressed to her ear, calling
g-"It's our third wedding anniversary. Can
s unread, as if the date
ad belonged to another woman for years, so how
to marry her to keep his grandfather,
alls around himself, refusing to talk to
candlelit dinner she had worked o
freely down her cheeks. Lifting her gla
before long, the edges of her grie
psed onto the bed, her unfocused gaze f
brushed her collarbone, and she startled awake. Blinking
atch caught the light as his wrist shifted. His long lashes lowered slightly, hiding the
y swept through her, and her voice quivered with excitement as she spoke. "You're finally home.
foot snagged the carpet, sending her straight into Julian's solid chest. The sharp
king heavily. That was the only reason he would be here,
ffness gave him away. Julian despised being touched by h
yes caught something that silenced her. A glaring lipstick stain bloomed a
His voice was lo
is shoulders as if burned. "Sorry, I didn't mea
gainst the back of her neck, holding her in place. His h
was fierce and consuming, mak
she pushed at his chest. Howeve
, the words rough and un
ightdress, tracing the curve of her thigh with delibe
urging up her spine until it clouded her thoughts. Rationa
just before desire consumed her completely, one last clear thought flic
.
ly opened her eyes, and the quiet rush of water from
blanket sliding down and baring the faint kiss marks along her collarbo
oom door, her chest stirring with a conf
wondering if this meant he was ready to open up to her, to p
nt down to gather his discarded suit jacket, and from its p
of a delicate flower gleamed at its center, ringed by shar
ling around him, a towel knotted low at his hips. His tall frame revealed sculpted lines, from the sh
in her hand. "It suits you," he sai
surprise. "Are you
peful expression, then gave a brief nod. "Yes." With
of icy water, making last night's closenes
e quickly steadied herself. She found comfort in knowing that their relationship was beginnin
she admired the jewel in her palm. Maybe,
e steps that hinted their marriage was no longer standing still. Dinner at the
sh afternoon tea, the wives of businessmen eyed Yvon
Yvonne, something's different about you late
nd happiness, when a sudden wave of nausea surged. She bent forwa
the same thing-the symptom wasn't foreign
emembered her missed cycle, her pulse qu
e weight of their stares, and rushed straight to the hosp
ons," the doctor announced warml
er hand against her flat stomach, her eyes
d her mind, yet here it wa
Julian. He would never celebrate this. His cutting words from the p
. If he discovered the truth
. With a heavy sigh, she thanked the doctor politely an
he liked it or not, the child belonged to bot
tacts, searching for Julian's name. But a voic
de, steadying a striking woman onto a chair.
to be a father. Your wife