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The scent of antiseptic filled the small hospital room. Tessa’s hands trembled as the nurse smiled, holding the ultrasound report like a fragile promise.
All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Months of pills, hormone injections, and doctor visits had drained her both physically and emotionally. And now, maybe… a flicker of hope. Maybe, finally, a chance to give her fiancé what he wanted: a child. Their child. “Congratulations, Miss Quinn.” The nurse smiled. “You’re pregnant.” “Yes!” Tessa squealed. “I’m finally pregnant with Grayson’s baby!” A shaky breath escaped her lips and her eyes sparkled with hope. Finally. After all the heartache and desperation, she could give Grayson the baby he wanted so badly. The baby who would secure his place as heir to Thorne Industries, just like Grayson’s father’s will had demanded. This wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about survival. She clutched the report close, imagining Grayson’s smile, the relief flooding his face. This was their future, her future. Tessa grabbed her purse and jolted out of the hospital in a hurry, excited to share the news. The elevator dinged open to their high-rise apartment floor. Her heart raced as she fumbled with her keys. She stepped inside, expecting silence, peace, and maybe a smile from Grayson. Instead, laughter spilled from the living room. Grayson lounged on the velvet couch, an arm wrapped possessively around a woman Tessa knew too well — his secretary, Sofia. Tall, sleek, with an amused smirk curling her lips. “Grayson,” Tessa’s voice cracked like glass. “What’s happening?” He didn’t even look up. “You again. What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here?” Tessa snapped. “We live here, remember? The real question is what is she doing here?” “That’s none of your business, Tessa.” Grayson said coolly. “What do you want?” Tessa’s stomach twisted. The casual dismissal hit harder than any shout could have. She stepped forward, eyes locked on Sofia’s hand resting on Grayson’s thigh. Her eyes opened in realization. “You’ve been lying to me,” she said, voice trembling but steady. “How long? How long have you been screwing your secretary while I’ve been killing myself trying to give you the one thing you keep saying you need?” Grayson finally met her gaze, his expression flat. “You’re making a scene over nothing. Sofia understands me. She doesn’t drag me down with endless doctor visits and false hope.” The words landed like a slap. Tessa’s breath caught. Her fists clenched. “False hope? After everything I’ve put myself through? The pills, the appointments I dragged myself to even when I was shaking, the sleepless nights wondering if this would finally be our chance — and this is how you repay me? By calling me false hope?” Grayson shrugged, cold and unapologetic. “You’ve been nothing but a disappointment, Tessa. I don’t even think you can get pregnant.” The words hit her like ice water. “No,” she hissed, stepping closer, her voice low but fierce. “I’ve done everything. Every damn thing. How can you treat me like this?” Sofia chuckled, sharp and cruel. “Maybe you’re just not the right one, Tessa. Maybe I’m the one who can actually give Grayson what he wants.” Grayson smirked. “She’ll give me my heir,” he said, rubbing Sofia’s belly. “You’re nothing but a broken failure.” “How dare you speak to me like this?” Tessa snapped. Sofia stood, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t pretend you were ever enough for him.” Grayson laughed darkly. “You’re dried up, Tessa. You’ve been lying to me the whole time. You can’t bear my heir. No baby is coming. At least not from you.” Her hands balled into fists. “How dare you? I’ve done everything for us. For you.” He smirked. “And look where it got you. Get out of my sight. Just looking at you makes me sick.” Her voice grew sharper, fueled by anger and heartbreak. “You fucking bastard. How can you do this?” she demanded, dragging at his shirt. Before he could reply, the front door swung open. His mother — Eleanor — stepped in, regal and cold, her eyes like daggers aimed at Tessa. “Get your filthy hands off my son. How dare you question him for you not being able to carry his baby? You sterile piece of junk.” Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s not true.” Eleanor’s lips curled. “I’m not wrong. You’re weak, incapable of giving us what we need.” Sofia leaned in, her voice silky and cruel. “I will give Grayson the heir he deserves. You’re just a broken woman.” “Would you shut up, you home wrecker?” Tessa snapped, lunging at Sofia, rage blazing in her eyes. But Grayson caught her, shoving her backwards. Before she knew it, his hand flew across her face, giving her a burning slap. His mother’s eyes narrowed in approval and Sofia smirked. “Grayson. How dare you? How dare you hit me?” Tessa sniffed. “That’s enough, Tessa. I am done with you. Now get out of my house.” Tears blurred her vision as pain and humiliation washed over her. “Fine. I see who you truly are now. And I never want to have anything to do with you again. I hope this home-wrecker can give you babies.” “Yeah. Yeah. Get out!” He chuckled, brushing her off. Furious and broken, Tessa pulled the crumpled report from her purse. “You think you know everything? You don’t.” She tore it in two, the pieces fluttering in the air before she shoved them into his face. “See that? That’s the truth you refuse to accept.” Grayson sneered, wiping his cheek. “You’re delusional.” She spun away, her heart pounding, tears burning her eyes. The apartment door slammed shut behind her. “Silly girl,” his mother said as Tessa stormed out of the room. “What’s this nonsense now?” Eleanor bent down, her fingers brushing the torn pieces of paper scattered on the floor. Her eyes scanned the shattered report and widened in realization. “Grayson.” A slow, satisfied smile curled her lips. “What is it, Mom?” He turned to face her. “She’s pregnant,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “She really is pregnant.” Sofia narrowed her brows. Her knuckles turned white as Grayson grabbed the piece of paper from his mother’s hand. His eyes scanned the page. His heart thudded in his chest as he saw the pregnancy confirmation. “Go after her,” his mother scowled. “She’s carrying your heir — and that baby will change everything.”The day was finally here. The day Roman had been waiting for the past week. When he finally leaves the city that left him first and caused him so much heartache.This seemed like the new normal now.Flights. Suitcases. Goodbyes.Only this time he didn’t have a large crowd to send him off.No Alec. Victor. Even Bernard couldn't make it. Eleanor was struggling to accept he wanted a divorce.So it was just him and his mother and things hadn’t improved much in forty-eight hours.Salima stood across from him, hands folded.“When are you going to stop being upset, Roman?” She asked.“I’m not upset.” He shook his head. “You haven’t spoken to me since Victor left.”Roman scoffed. “To be fair, I haven’t spoken to anyone.”Salima’s face dropped in disappointment.Roman noticed. He exhaled sharply.“I’m not doing this to punish you, Mom, but right now — I just don’t know how to feel.”“Then let me tell you how I feel.” “No!” Roman said sharply. “I understand that Dad’s return might have been
Roman sat alone in the study, staring at nothing.The house was quiet. Too quiet. Without Alec's presence, without Tessa’s charm, without the hum of conversation, the walls seemed to press in closer.He hadn't moved from the armchair since walking out of the living room. His mother's words still echoed in his head. Telling him it’s not that simple.But it was. A soft knock pulled him from his thoughts.Roman looked up.Victor stood in the doorway, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable."Can I come in?" Victor asked.Roman nodded.Victor stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He didn't sit. He stood by the window, looking out at the dark sky.“If you’re here to talk about what happened downstairs…” Roman said. “I want you to know I meant every word.”“Oh, I know.” Victor chuckled. "I know you're upset with your mother. But I don't want you to be."Roman's jaw tightened. "Why not?""Because it's not her fault. It's just a natural thing for her to feel conflicted."
It’s been one week since Roman lost Tessa at the airport. He didn’t know if she was halfway across the country or the continent, whichever it was, she wasn't by his side.And now…another goodbye waited for him.Roman stood quietly at the edge of the foyer as members of the house staff carried the last of Alec and Lakshmi’s suitcases toward the waiting SUV. The polished marble floors echoed with footsteps, soft conversations, and the occasional scrape of luggage wheels.Everyone had gathered to see them off.The atmosphere was warm—filled with smiles that tried very hard to hide the sadness beneath them.“Oh, Lakshmi,” Salima said, pulling the young woman into a warm embrace. “It was so good having you here.”Lakshmi smiled as she hugged her back.“Thank you for having me, Mrs Blackwood. You made me feel like family from the very first day.”“You are family,” Salima corrected gently. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”Lakshmi’s smile widened. “I won’t.”Salima stepped aside, turning toward
5 AMThe morning was pale and cold. Tessa stood in the doorway of her bedroom, watching as Daniel moved through the house with practised efficiency.Suitcases lined the hallway. Boxes were stacked by the front door. Everything they owned, packed into containers and labeled with a destination she hadn't chosen.Chicago.She still couldn't believe it."You ready?" Daniel asked, not looking up from his phone.Tessa didn't answer.He glanced at her. "Tessa?""I heard you." She snapped."Then answer the question." He fired back.She crossed her arms. “Sure.”Daniel's jaw tightened, but he didn't rise to the bait. "The car will be here in twenty minutes. Make sure you have everything. I’ll get Dad.”He walked past her toward the kitchen.Tessa stood there for a moment longer, then turned back into her room.The bed was bare. The walls were empty. The closet was a graveyard of hangers.She had packed light — one suitcase, one carry-on, one bag for things she couldn't bear to leave behind. A
Roman sat in his car, parked outside his own house.The engine was off. The night was quiet. But inside the car, the only sound was the relentless beep of a call that wouldn't go through.He pulled the phone from his ear and stared at the screen."What the hell Tessa?” He murmured.He had called her seven times today. Fourteen times this week. Dozens of times over the past month.Yet, no response.The line just kept beeping. No ring. No voicemail. Just... nothing.She blocked me.The thought sat in his chest like a stone.He understood things had been difficult between them. He understood she was hurt, angry, confused. But to block him completely? To cut him off without a word?That was more frustrating than he’d like to admit.He groaned and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.His eyes fell on the items beside it — flowers, chocolates, a small velvet box he hadn't touched. Romantic things. Hopeful things. Things he had planned to give her tonight.Now he just looked stupid.He
The sound of Eleanor's heels against the marble floor echoed through the corridor.She had faced many difficult situations before. Boardroom battles. Social scandals. The return of a dead husband. But this — watching her son be led away in shackles while the world watched — this had to be the most humiliating.She put on her dark glasses and continued down the corridor."Eleanor."The voice stopped her cold.She turned.Salima and Roman walked toward her, side by side. Roman's face was unreadable. Salima's was not.Eleanor exhaled sharply. "Salima. Roman." She adjusted her sunglasses. "I believe you are here to gloat."Salima stepped closer, her shoulders high, her chin lifted. The years between them seemed to collapse into a single moment."Do you remember," Salima said quietly, "months ago... in this very courthouse... you stood there after you tried to lock up my son. And you told me that it was just the consequences of his bad decisions?"Eleanor's jaw tightened. She said nothing.
Alec didn’t move.For a second, it felt like the world inside the foyer had stopped breathing.“Mom?” he said again, quieter this time, like the word itself might break if he said it too loudly.“Alec—“ Nandini didn't waste a second, she rushed to him and wrapped her arm around his neck, almost cho
Tessa stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to her skin. Her damp hair was stuck to her temples and forehead in dark strands.A robe was tied loosely around her waist. She reached for her lip balm, smearing it on her chapped lips, then for the fresh gown the nurse had left folded on the
Roman walked toward his car, his boots crunching against the thin layer of snow that coated the road.The cold didn’t register. His head was already somewhere else—already at the warehouse, already face to face with a ghost that refused to stay buried.“Where are you going?” Davin called out, hurry
Roman and Alec stood face to face in the middle of the room. Neither of them looking away.“You really think that it bothers me that you’re back?” Roman asked. “You think I’m scared that you survived?”“I don’t know Roman. That's for you to feel and for me to observe.” Alec replied. “And from where







