Kayla A week later I waited every single day for Jaden to barge into the company and make a scene. That was his style, wasn’t it? Loud, reckless, shameless. He loved chaos when he couldn’t control me. But nothing came. No shouting. No threats. No broken glass in the lobby. Everything was going… well. Suspiciously well. I’d just walked out of a presentation with the investment firm that wanted to broaden our sales across West Africa. The suits nodded, they clapped, they asked smart questions. I answered every one of them without stuttering. On paper, I was winning. My body didn’t agree. Aches moved through me like fire. My lower back first, then my shoulders, then that deep, dragging pain in my waist that made me want to fold in half. It came and went. I’d press my palm against my stomach, count to ten, and pretend it was just stress. Just the baby being restless. The truth was, I kept tilting my head every time I heard a familiar voice. Ryder’s voice. Low, rough at the edge
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