LOGINLydia’s POV I heard her footsteps before I saw her. I didn’t need to be told. I could sense that everything had changed from the sound alone.Clara walked into the room, holding the report in a way that suggested she was still trying to comprehend what she had read.“Lydia.”All it took was her saying my name for me to feel as if I was being pulled downward.I looked at her, and the sight of what she was holding sent an instant shiver through me.“What… Where did you find this?” I asked, barely managing to get the words out.“In your drawer.” She stepped closer to me, her hands shaking. “And the date is before we even met.”She raised it so I would look again, but I already remembered that page perfectly from like two months ago.“You were already pregnant when you applied to be my surrogate, weren’t you?”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.“That’s not mine.” The lie tumbled out of my mouth without any hesitation, although I could already tell that she wouldn’t believe me. “I d
Clara’s POVI was running about my room like I was heading to an interview which could make or break me.Bag. Car key. Phone. I made sure I took everything I needed. Last thing I wanted was to forget anything. Applying my mascara in front of the mirror, I somehow convinced myself that what I was doing was correct.“This is for the best.”I said under my breath. Probably as a form of reassurance. The amount of times I whispered it was night for me to believe it. The only thing left to do now was to reach the hospital on time and get rid of the baby before my maternal instincts kicked in. Before stepping out of the room, I took one last glance at the mirror, then grabbed my bag. I was halfway to the main door when Lydia walked in from her jog, cheeks flushed, breathing a little hard, her ponytail damp at the edges.“Clara?” She halted when she saw me. “Where are you going so early?”“I have an appointment with the doctor.” I reduced my voice to a soft whisper. “The abortion i
Damon’s POVThe figures on my laptop screen had stopped making sense an hour ago. I’d read the same paragraph of the contract four times, and each time it dissolved into the same six words. She’s getting rid of it. Because of Leonard.I balled the printout I’d been holding without realizing I’d done it. I threw it across the room and it bounced off the wall, landing somewhere near the bookshelf. Useless. “She can’t do this,” I said out loud, to no one. “She can’t just decide to kill our baby.” I leaned back in my chair and dragged both hands down my face. I should probably call her. If I could just say the right words, maybe she could consider. No. At the cafe, she wasn’t looking like her mind could be changed. I saw her face. She had clearly made up her mind to get rid of the baby. I raised my gaze to the ceiling like it might have better answers than I did. Of course, it didn’t. The doorbell cut through the silence like a slap.My lips curled into a frown. I wasn’t expe
Lydia’s POVI stopped immediately the words slipped from my lips. But the nail had already been hit to the head. Clara turned to face me fully, her arms crossed like she was bracing against a wind I couldn’t see.“What do you mean?”“The baby I’m carrying,” I said carefully. “It might not even be a match for Maurice.”She let out a humorless chuckle. “Everything was done to make sure the baby would be a match. That’s why we did the IVF. That’s why we chose you.”My nails dug into my palm. Why couldn’t she just listen? She doesn’t what to listen to me. She is desperate to desperate to get rid of the baby, that she can’t see anything past it. “But what if it’s not?” I pushed, even though every part of me wanted to stop talking. “What if there was a mistake?”She stood up sharply. “There won’t be a mistake. The doctors made sure everything was done right.” I sighed quietly. Same doctors who couldn’t even tell when the whole embryo transfer process was hijacked? How do I tell
Clara’s POVHis hand rested on the frame for balance, his eyes steady on me in a way that made unease crawl under my skin. I wasn’t even shocked at the fact that he was now able to walk. My concern was how long he stood there. Did he hear everything I said to the doctor? He took a few steps forward. Calculated and gentle, normal for someone who probably had gotten back their ability to work. He stopped in front of me, his expression unreadable. “What are you getting rid of?”He repeated again, like i didn’t hear him the first time. My composure was hanging by a thread. One wrong move, and I’d burst.“Just some old clothes,” I said, forcing the words out smooth, even though my pulse was doing something frantic beneath my ribs. “I’ve been meaning to donate them. I was on with a donation center about pickup times.”He studied me. He didn’t blink. It was the kind of look that made you feel like every lie you’d ever told was suddenly visible on your face. He placed a hand over m
Clara’s POVI didn’t remember the drive home. I was probably too much in my feelings to pick a thing from it except the long traffic. All I remember was slamming my bedroom door shut.I leaned against it and slid down against it until I was seated on the cold tile floor. I sat there, staring at nothing— my mind looping the same six words I told Damon. I’m getting rid of it. It’s done. Then the tears came. Subtle at first, but grew louder and more ugly with every passing second. I couldn’t hold it back, no matter how much I tried. A knock disrupted everything. “Clara?” Lydia’s voice, soft through the door. “Are you okay? I think I heard you cry.” I couldn’t answer. My throat had closed up around every possible word I could say. “Clara, please open the door. You’re scaring me.”Her voice came again, more urgent and laced with concern. I forced myself up and quickly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. My hands were trembling as I removed the locked, pulling down the ha
Damon’s POV My words hung in the air, but for some reason Camilla didn’t look surprised— at least not the way I had expected.She let out a soft breath, the wooden spoon in her hand paused mid-air. Her gaze locked with mine, her expression guarded and unreadable like there was something waiting t
Clara’s POV Mr Salvador turned to face me fully. “Mr Damon stepped out to—” He paused as Maurice mistakenly dropped his spoon to the floor, which produced a clattering sound. Salvador and I turned to him as he clutched onto his food flask. “Sorry,” he whispered softly and lowered his face to the
Damon’s POV My fingers tightened around the phone as his words echoed in my head. The secret your wife has been keeping from you? For a moment, I said nothing, my mind struggling to catch up with what I had just heard. “Secret? What the hell are you talking about?” I finally demanded, my voi
Damon’s POV “You’re pathetic,” Camilla spat again, her eyes blazing. “I always knew there was something between the two of you.”“It’s not what you think—” “Shut up, Damon,” she cut in sharply. “Why were you trying to kiss her in that elevator?” Seconds dragged. I said nothing. She let out a h







