LOGINDominic's POV
Emma works the morning shift. The patisserie is at full capacity and she leaves at six thirty with her hair still damp and comes home at two with flour on her collarbone and the satisfied exhaustion of someone who has done exactly what they're good at for six hours straight.I'm working from home. Have been since morning, specifically so I'm here when she gets back.She comes through the door, drops her bag, sees me at the kitchen islandEmma’s POVI stared at the words.This is going to be a problem.For a moment, I couldn’t speak.The city lights blurred beyond the balcony.The paper trembled slightly in my hands.Not because of the wind.Because of me.I looked up at Dominic.“You wrote this the night we signed the contract?”He nodded.I blinked.“Why?”A small smile appeared on his face.The kind he only showed me.“Because I met you.”I laughed softly.Half emotional.Half disbelieving.“That’s not an answer.”“It is.”I looked back at the contract.At the seven words hidden in the margin.Months ago, I walked into his office terrified.Desperate.Certain I was making the biggest mistake of my life.Meanwhile, he had already seen a problem coming.Not the pregnancy.
Emma’s POVFor a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong.I stared at Dominic.Waiting for him to explain.Waiting for him to tell me there was some misunderstanding.Some mistake.Some ridiculous rumor that nobody would believe.Instead, his expression remained grim.Serious.Real.“What do you mean?”My voice sounded distant.Like it belonged to someone else.Dominic looked down at the phone.Then back at me.“The article claims the surrogacy contract makes you a carrier only.”I blinked.Once.Twice.The words refused to make sense.“What?”His jaw tightened.“They’re arguing that because the embryos weren’t genetically yours, you don’t have legal parental rights.”The nursery suddenly felt too small.Too hot.Too difficult to breathe in.I looked to
Emma’s POVI knew something was wrong before Dominic came home.The feeling settled in my stomach around six o’clock.A quiet uneasiness.The kind that appears before bad news.The twins were in the nursery.Mrs. Kowalski was helping the nanny with dinner.I was sitting at the kitchen island pretending to work on wedding invitations.Pretending.Because I’d read the same card six times.My phone buzzed.Dominic.I answered immediately.“Hey.”“Emma.”The second I heard his voice, my heart dropped.Something had happened.“What is it?”A pause.Then—“I’ll be home in twenty minutes.”That wasn’t an answer.“Dominic.”Another pause.Longer this time.“The hearing got moved.”I straightened.“What?”“Tomorrow morning.”The invita
Dominic’s POVFor a moment, nobody spoke.The silence inside Eric’s office felt suffocating.I stared at him.Trying to understand what he had just said.Trying to convince myself I’d heard wrong.“You arranged it.”Eric shrugged.“As much as anyone can arrange something.”My hands clenched into fists.Marcus stepped forward.“What exactly does that mean?”Eric looked completely relaxed.Like we were discussing quarterly profits instead of years of manipulation.“It means I made sure Emma was assigned to that dinner.”My jaw tightened.“Why?”The question came out colder than I intended.Eric smiled faintly.“Because I knew you’d notice her.”That answer somehow made everything worse.“You expect me to believe that?”“No.”His gaze stayed steady.“I expect you to investi
Dominic’s POVThe room went silent.Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.My eyes stayed on the document sitting on the table between us.A single folded sheet of paper.Nothing remarkable about it.And yet somehow it felt heavier than everything else we’d dealt with over the last few months.Emma sat beside me.I could feel the tension radiating from her.The hurt.The betrayal.The confusion.I wanted to take all of it away.Instead, I reached for the document.Blake didn’t stop me.Didn’t say a word.I unfolded it slowly.Marcus moved closer.Emma leaned forward.The first thing I saw was a name.A familiar name.For a second, my brain refused to process it.Then it did.And I felt something cold settle in my chest.“No.”Marcus took the paper from my hand.
Emma’s POVI stared at the message.Over and over again.The words didn’t change.Emma.We need to talk.It’s about what I did to you and James.My hands were shaking.Not violently.Just enough that I noticed.Enough that Dominic noticed too.He gently took the phone from my hand and read the message himself.The second he finished, his jaw tightened.“Absolutely not.”I blinked.“What?”“You’re not meeting him alone.”I almost laughed.Only Dominic could jump straight to that conclusion.“I haven’t even replied.”“Good.”He set the phone on the coffee table.“As far as I’m concerned, that’s where it stays.”I folded my arms.“That’s not realistic.”“It is if I throw it into the river.”Despite everything, I smiled.Just a little.Dominic noticed.His expression softened.Only for a moment.Then the concern returned.“Emma.”“I know.”“No, I don’t
EMMA'S POV We don't talk about what happened in the car. For a week, we move around each other even more carefully than before. Dominic leaves early for work, comes home late. I eat dinner with Mrs. Kowalski and pretend everything is normal. It's not normal. I'm sixteen weeks pregnant now. Ther
EMMA'S POVMrs. Kowalski discovers I'm crying over a commercial about puppies."Kochanie, what's wrong?""Nothing. The puppies found homes and it's just so beautiful." I'm sobbing into a throw pillow at ten in the morning, still in my pajamas.She sits beside m
EMMA'S POVThe two-week wait is torture.I go back to work at the hotel, pretending everything is normal while obsessively analyzing every twinge and symptom. Is that nausea morning sickness or leftover hormones? Are my breasts tender because I'm pregnant or because I want to be pregnant?Dominic t
EMMA'S POV Three weeks into hormone treatments, and I want to murder everyone.I'm standing in the hotel kitchen trying to plate a dessert while my hands shake and sweat drips down my back. The hormones make me hot all the time, nauseous half the day, and so emotional I cried yesterday because a c







