Life Is Not Late
I cradled Chloe’s newborn, filled with joy and affection. The baby was not blood of mine, yet as Chloe’s best friend, I would love and protect the little one with everything I had.
"Sweet boy," I whispered, gently tapping the tip of his nose. "I'm your godmother. No one would ever hurt you."
The hospital room was washed in golden afternoon light. Adrian stood by the window in a dark overcoat, his profile sharp against the glass.
He looked exactly like the man the whole industry knew: controlled, elegant, untouchable. Hollywood's golden producer. My newlywed husband.
Then he said, in a voice as flat as if he were discussing a contract, "He's not your godson. He's my son."
For a second, I tho
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