ログインIn a quiet café in London, Autumn sat alone in a secluded corner booth, her hands folded tightly on her lap. Underneath the table, out of sight from the casual patrons around her, her hands shook with a noticeable tremor. Her heart was pounding so hard against her ribs that she was terrified that other people might hear it.‘I should have just fled from him. I should have packed my bags and run the second I left the hospital. I am not a detective,’ she thought bitterly, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of her neck. ‘For god sake, I am not Nancy Drew,’ she added,a knot twisting in her stomach. The weight of self-doubt over her reckless decision was already creeping deep into her mind—doubt that she should have ever arranged this meeting in the first place. She was a pregnant woman trying to play a game with a potential murderer. ‘Maybe if I leave right now, before he walks through that door, I can just make up a medical excuse—’ She was already shifting her weight, sliding acr
She stared blankly at the screen after hanging up the call, her heart aching from hearing the panic and fury in his voice. ‘It’s for the best,’ she thought to herself, steeling her resolve before pocketing her phone.“Mrs. Autumn Martins?”The sound of her name brought her snapping back from her thoughts. Answering the nurse’s call, she stood up and was ushered down a hallway. She noticed the nurse shooting her a sympathetic glance before opening the door to the office, which only made her chest tighten further.“Good day, Doctor,” Autumn greeted as she took her seat across from the desk.“Good day, Mrs. Martins,” the physician replied. He looked up from her file with a solemn expression.Autumn frowned, a cold dread settling into the pit of her stomach. She already had a terrible feeling about this. “Doctor, is something wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Is it the baby?”“Ma'am, I need you to walk me through your exact diet,” he requested gently, his refusal to answer
In New York City.From the exact moment Eric had touched down in New York, he had been pulled into one relentless meeting after another with no time to rest. The only time he even had a spare moment to catch his breath or think was late at night right before going to bed.Securing this specific phase of the Omni Core contract was his top priority, but he still couldn't help the heavy knot that tied in his stomach the moment he was left alone. He had been in New York for two full days now, and not once had Autumn called to check up on him or ask how he was doing. His anxiety was over the roof as he stared blankly at the presentation slides in the boardroom, his right leg rhythmically bouncing up and down underneath the table. It was a tall tale of his stress.He, Eric Kingston, was nervous. He had never been nervous before in his entire life; nothing in the business world had ever possessed the power to make him feel this way. But the agonizing thought of Autumn’s silence stirred somet
Autumn arose just as the sun was rising, exactly as she had the previous day. She stood by the window overlooking the London skyline, taking in the vast beauty of the city but the view was the furthest thing from her mind.She had slept very little. The chaotic events that had transpired over the last forty-eight hours had made her, and even the baby in her belly uneasy.“I need to get back to it,” she whispered to herself, turning away from the glass and moving back into the living room.She kept one hand placed safely over her baby bump, anchoring herself as she sat down on the couch. Sprawled out across the coffee table was a wide range of papers on the issues she had on hand. One section was dedicated entirely to Miranda, covering everything she currently knew about her, alongside notes on what she remembered from reading Miranda’s letters back in Edinburgh. ‘The beginning of all my problems,’ she thought bitterly.The second section focused on materials for the Ministry’s competi
Hunched over on the edge of the bed, her eyes were already wide awake long before the crack of dawn. She kept replaying the past six years on a continuous loop in her mind. ‘Maybe I should have just returned back home to my family. Maybe it would have been so much better if I had just gotten another job somewhere else.’ All those painful thoughts and more were the only things she could focus on. She knew she couldn’t take back the actions she had already taken in her past, but she could certainly make up for them in the future.“Enough wallowing on his infidelity. I need to focus on uncovering the truth about Miranda and finding more concrete evidence of Sebastian's attempts on my life,” she whispered-yelled to herself, slapping her cheeks lightly to break the trance of her grief.“With Eric gone across the Atlantic, I need to move quickly,” she said, getting up from the bed and moving to grab her phone.Now that her emotions were back in check, she was far more rational, more clear
Eric stood in the middle of the courtyard. He checked his wristwatch before looking up at the gray London sky. ‘Where is she? I know that we argued, but she promised she would see me off,’ he thought, a dark look settling over his features.“You,” he called out to a passing maid who was busy placing his luggage into the car’s trunk. “Go tell my wife that I am leaving right now.”The maid scrambled to a bow, quickly got back to her feet, and hurried inside the estate to relay the urgent message sent to her.Eric stood outside in the chill air for almost five minutes before the maid finally returned but it was only Fin walking by her side. Eric looked behind her, expecting to see Autumn’s familiar figure emerging from the doors, but the courtyard remained empty save for the two of them. He reached out to give Fin a brief hug before settling his icy gaze back onto the trembling maid.“Where is my wife?” he asked coldly, his temper fraying since she still hadn’t shown up.“Madam said she
Autumn stood before the ornate mirror in the foyer, checking her reflection one last time. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers lingering on the leather. She felt like herself again.Chloe, ever the observant shadow, wandered into the foyer with a bowl of sliced fruit, munching slowly. Sh
The car pulled up to the Seta by Antonio Guida, and we were led through the sleek, turquoise-accented halls of the hotel to Seta by Antonio Guida. Eric had reserved a private section, a secluded nook that felt worlds away from the bustling streets of Milan. The lighting was low, the air filled with
"No, no, no!" the man shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch that probably had the neighborhood dogs howling. "Dear God, I am going to die of a heart attack from how unceremoniously ugly your taste is!" He began fanning himself dramatically with a silk-bound lookbook, his face twisted in a mask of the
The day after the gala, the Headinberg estate was enveloped in a deceptive quiet. The morning sun filtered through the high windows, but the atmosphere inside was thick with the aftermath of the previous night’s revelations. In the morning room, the large television was tuned to the entertainment n







