t face under the dim hallway lights, the cut

om behind Keagan's broad shoulders, clutching the bl

gasped softly and shrank back, her wid

tepped out weakly, her chin quivering

ling terrible cramps this morning. I didn't have anyone else to turn to, so I b

Catina deliberately angled the ultrasound pho

at the woman's flat stomach

ncy ultrasounds in the private OB

and reached out to grab Barbara's coat

to me, I never meant t

her arm back to

te blonde suddenly cried out, stumbled backward into Keag

a whimpered, curling into his arms and

Catching Catina around the waist,

the corridor. "Catina's health is fragile right now! If anything happens to her

loved for three years, a bitter

ined with ash and dried blood from the runway fire, yet Keagan didn't s

" Keagan commanded, looking dow

tter laugh, ignoring the raw burn in her

jacket, tugging on his lapel. "Barbara is your wife, she has every right t

ooked down at Catina, then turned b

for you to make a scen

dead and cold. "Watching the two of

around and limped toward the elevator, forcin

back to Long Island, a society gossip podcast on the cab's radio chattered about the Marsh family's re

arbara closed her eyes as hot tears finally spilled o

family coastal estate, not a singl

he cold bed in the master bedroom, and sank into rest

a car engine shutting off echo

her skin clammy, and glanced at the nightst

g briefly by the master bedroom door before cont

d on a silk robe over her bruised body

Keagan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, loosening his tie with a half-burned cigar betwe

en, Keagan didn't b

throw a tantrum over today, sav

any desk, bracing her hands on the

morning. Where

ight brown eyes full of imp

with Wall Street investors after that," Keagan lied smoothly without blin

e without a shred of guilt, Barbara laug

rose sharply. "Did that meeting start on an OB-GYN

second before he crushed his cigar into the crysta

t want an unreasonable woman like you

ayed at her apartment until she fell asleep. Her health is delicate, and

into his eyes. "And do you usually get your 'littl

over to the desk and slammed both hands

! What kind of sick bullsh

fused to back down an inch, her hands curling into tight fist

t out, grabbing Barbara's chin with enough for

ng more than a wife in name only. Who gave you

ade Barbara gasp, yet she g

didn't care at all when I was trapped in a p

ly, a look of genuine shock

? What are you

of the desk lamp, pulling back her messy hair to show the bloody gauz

y at JFK and caught fire this aft

anding out against her skin, and for the first time

rward, reaching his hand out toward

you tell m

with a cold, mocking laugh, looki

urning runway while you were busy holding Cati

leaving only the antique wall cl

color draining from his face as he swallo