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The next three minutes were the longest of my life. I leaned against the cold tile and refused to look at the plastic stick. My mind was chaos\u2014Raymond’s hard face flashing against that mother in the video, smiling with her baby. If I’m really pregnant… then what? After what felt like a century, I forced myself to look at the stick on the sink.<\/p>\n

A clear, undeniable plus sign stared back at me. I opened the other brand and did it all again. Three minutes later\u2014same result. Pregnant. I’m pregnant. The room tilted. The world wavered. Joy, confusion, fear\u2014every- thing crashed over me at once. I’m going to have a child with Raymond.<\/p>\n

The thought sent a fierce, shaking joy through me. A tiny life. The closest bond to the man I love. This should’ve been our good news. But I was alone in a cold public restroom, holding a secret big enough to split a life in two. I felt like a little boat adrift in open water\u2014no lighthouse, no shore. I pulled out my phone. My thumb skimmed past Sofia, then stopped on the name I knew by heart. Raymond Thorne. Do I tell him? Do I tell him now?<\/p>\n

My thumb hovered over the green call button and wouldn’t move. 1kitap1.com\/en Raymond I didn’t dare go home. A ridiculous thought\u2014and true as hell. Because Caroline was there. Night draped the city beyond my office windows, lights bleeding into one endless smear. Nick knocked for the third time, stepped in, reminded me it was late. “Sir, do you need the car?” “No.” I waved him off, eyes pinned to a financial report I had read a dozen times.<\/p>\n

He didn’t leave. Just stood there. “Anything else?” “Mr. Robert called,” Nick said, calm as ever. “He asked when you’ll return to the manor.” “Tell him I’m busy.” “Yes, sir.” He bowed slightly and slipped out, leaving me alone with the quiet. I was busy.<\/p>\n

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I twisted into a pose that would make a yoga guru clap, sweat breaking out like rain. This five-figure gown wasn’t in my tax bracket. Chloe had eaten 7-Eleven instant meals for three months to buy it. If I ruined it, I would be working off the debt as her live-in maid.<\/p>\n

I knew I shouldn’t have come to something like this. I muttered and kept wrestling the damn zipper. I reached back, fingers straining. Maybe I had been wound too tight in the ballroom\u2014now every muscle was on strike. The zipper was stuck halfway, fabric caught in the teeth. The harder I yanked, the worse it jammed. In the mirror I was red-faced, hair wrecked, eyes desperate\u2014absolutely not fit for human viewing. I was weighing whether to rip the dress off over my head\u2014prob- ably tear it in two\u2014or just die in this stupid shower stall when a voice came from behind me.<\/p>\n

“Need a hand?” Low as a cello’s bottom string. Cold as an Arctic ice shelf. Not a ripple of warmth. My blood froze. Then boiled. I knew that voice. Even hearing it from across the company gala a few times had been enough to brand it into my skull. A living legend in Chicago business. My boss. Raymond Thorne. I went rigid as a post.<\/p>\n

Why was he here? Shouldn’t he be out there playing Caesar? “No! I’m fine!” My voice squeaked like a startled hamster. “I’ve got it! Really!” But I could feel his gaze on my bare back, skin flushed from the struggle. His stare had weight. Every pore screamed. Why now? Why him? He didn’t leave. Footsteps approached, polished leather on tile. He stopped right behind me\u2014close enough that I could feel his heat, catch the cold, clean bite of his cologne. “Doesn’t look like it.”<\/p>\n

Calm as glass, just as cutting. One jab and there went the last of my dignity. Please, God, open a hole in the floor and swallow me. Half-naked, trapped like this in front of him\u2014top three worst moments of my life, easy. “Don’t move.” An order, nonnegotiable.<\/p>\n

I froze, barely breathing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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