The flight to France was long, but in first class, the time seemed to pass quickly. Amelia found herself marveling at the comfort of the seats, the delicious meals that were served, and the attentive staff who made sure they had everything they needed. She and Alexander spent most of the flight talking about the places they wanted to visit—the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the charming little cafes that lined the streets of Paris. Amelia had always dreamed of experiencing the beauty and romance of France, and now, it was finally happening. As the plane began its descent into Paris, Amelia looked out of the window once more, her breath catching in her throat as she caught her first glimpse of the city. The sprawling cityscape was dotted with historic buildings, lush green parks, and winding streets that seemed to invite exploration. And there, in the distance, standing tall and proud against the horizon, was the Eiffel Tower. Amelia’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. “We’re here,” sh
“I thought we could start our day with a trip to the top,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. “Really? We’re going to the top?” Alexander nodded. “I booked us a private tour. We’ll have the best views in the city. Amelia felt a surge of excitement as they made their way to the elevator. The ride to the top was exhilarating, the view getting more and more spectacular with each passing second. When they finally reached the top, Amelia gasped at the sight before her. The city of Paris stretched out in every direction, a sea of rooftops, parks, and winding streets. The Seine River snaked its way through the city, and the sun shimmered off its surface, casting a golden glow over everything. “This is incredible,” Amelia whispered, her eyes wide with wonder. Alexander stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist. “I thought you’d like it,” he said softly. “I wanted to give you a memory you’d never forget.” Amelia turned to him, her hear
The next morning, soft rays of sunlight poured through the French windows of their luxurious Parisian hotel suite, illuminating the room in a golden hue. Amelia, feeling refreshed, stretched slowly and looked around, taking in the opulence surrounding her. The soft silken sheets and the faint scent of fresh flowers created an air of tranquility she wasn’t quite used to. Being in Paris had always been a dream of hers, but now that she was here with Alexander, her husband, and expecting their first child, everything felt surreal. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection for a moment. Her pregnancy was starting to show, a small yet pronounced bump that made her heart flutter with excitement every time she looked at it. Amelia rested her hand on her belly, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy and love. She knew their baby was growing strong inside her, and it filled her with pride to be carrying this precious life. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. From the mome
Amelia’s heart sank. She had been so careful to keep their personal lives private, especially with the baby on the way. The last thing she wanted was for her pregnancy to become a spectacle for strangers and the media. Before she could say anything else, their driver pulled up in front of the hotel, and Alexander wasted no time in guiding her towards the car. He opened the door for her, his hand resting reassuringly on her back as she climbed inside. Once inside the safety of the car, Amelia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. "I wasn’t expecting that," she said, her voice soft. "I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again," Alexander promised, his tone firm. "No one has the right to invade your privacy like that." Amelia looked at him, grateful for his protectiveness. She knew he would do everything in his power to shield her from unwanted attention, but the thought of being photographed without her consent made her uneasy. She placed a hand on her belly, feeling the
"—I just know it." Amelia finished her sentence, her heart swelling with warmth. She looked into Alexander’s eyes, finding solace in his unwavering support. His grip on her hand was firm but tender, a reminder that he would be there for her every step of the way as they prepared for the arrival of their child. As they continued to eat, the conversations grew lighter. They laughed about the cravings Amelia had been having lately. "Remember that night you woke me up at two in the morning because you wanted pickles and ice cream?" Alexander teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. Amelia giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "I couldn’t help it! I never thought I’d have such strange cravings. But honestly, this little one has me eating things I never imagined." Alexander chuckled. "I’ll admit, it’s been an adventure. But I’d do it all over again if it meant making you happy." The sincerity in his voice melted Amelia’s heart. She never imagined her life would look like t
We’ll come back, I promise," Alexander replied, his voice low and soothing. "This is just the beginning. We’ll make more memories here, with our little one." Amelia smiled, her hand resting protectively over her belly. She could already feel the love that would surround their child, the warmth of family, and the promise of a bright future. Paris had given them a taste of what life could be—beautiful, full of love, and overflowing with possibilities. As they pulled up to the hotel, Amelia stirred from her light doze, blinking her eyes open. The doorman greeted them as they stepped out of the car, and Alexander wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist, guiding her inside. They made their way to their suite, and once inside, Amelia kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the couch with a contented sigh. "Today was perfect," she said, her voice full of gratitude. "I feel so lucky." Alexander sat beside her, pulling her close. "We’re both lucky, Amelia. We have each other, and soon, we
Hello, Dad," she said, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil she felt. "Amelia!" her father’s voice was a mix of concern and disappointment. "Why didn’t you tell me about the pregnancy? I had to find out from the news!" "I’m sorry, Dad," Amelia said, feeling a pang of guilt. "We wanted to wait until we were ready to share the news ourselves." Her father’s frustration was evident. "You should have called me directly, not left me to hear it from the gossip columns. This is big news, Amelia. I should have been the first to know." "I understand," Amelia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were planning to tell you soon, but everything happened so fast. I didn’t mean to upset you." Her father’s tone softened slightly. "I’m not upset about the news itself. I’m happy for you and Alexander. I’m just hurt that you didn’t confide in me personally. I’ve always been there for you, and I feel left out of such an important moment." Amelia took a deep breath, trying to gather
There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, though it sounded a little strained. “Kinda,” Mark admitted, though there was an undertone of something more—something deeper. “But, you know, it’s not just about the news. I’ve been meaning to call you anyway.” Amelia let out a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She knew Mark well enough to see through that. He had always been good at deflecting, at pretending things didn’t bother him when they clearly did. “Come on, Mark,” she teased gently, her voice soft. “We both know why you’re calling. You don’t really have to say it.” There was another pause, this one longer than the last. She could almost picture him on the other end, running a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words. “Okay, fine,” he finally said, his voice quieter now. “Yes, the news kind of surprised me. But I called because… well, I just wanted to tell you I’m really happy for you, Amelia.” Those words, simple as they were, touched so
One of them was Chloe’s—angry, sharp. The other, male, unfamiliar.Alexander’s stomach tightened. Who was with her? He quickened his steps but hesitated before reaching the door, his instincts urging caution. Instead of barging in, he moved quietly, staying hidden just out of sight. Peeking through the gap, he saw them—Chloe and a man he didn’t recognize, standing uncomfortably close to each other.The man’s voice was low but intense, carrying a weight that sent a shiver down Alexander’s spine. “You know why I’m here, Chloe,” George said, his eyes dark and full of intent. “I want my son. I want Jackson back.”Chloe’s reaction was immediate. Her laughter was harsh, sharp, and laced with disbelief. It was the kind of laugh that came not from humor, but from pure anger.“Your son?” she spat, stepping toward him with a fierceness Alexander had never seen in her before. “You mean the son I raised all by myself? The son you left behind the moment I told you I was pregnant?” Her voice rose w
Chloe was just about to step out of her house when she heard a knock at the door. Confused, she called out, "Who is it?"Silence. No response.Frowning, she cautiously approached the door, her heart beginning to race. When she opened it, her eyes widened in shock."George?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.George stood there, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked the same but different—rougher around the edges, more intense. There was something dangerous in his gaze."Surprised to see me?" he asked with a cocky tilt to his head."What are you doing here?" Chloe’s voice was sharp, trying to mask the flutter of nerves building in her chest."Can't I come in?" he asked, his tone teasing.She hesitated, scanning his face for a sign of what he wanted. "Fine," she said stiffly, stepping aside. "Come in."George strolled into the living room, looking around as though he owned the place. Chloe closed the door and turned to face him, folding her arms defensively."What do you wan
Amelia barely heard her. All she could think about was the baby, the life growing inside her. She prayed silently that everything would be okay, that this wasn’t the end of her pregnancy, that her baby would be safe. As the hospital came into view, the driver honked the horn urgently, signaling the medical staff. By the time they pulled up to the emergency entrance, nurses and doctors were already rushing out with a stretcher. The maid quickly helped them lift Amelia out of the car and onto the stretcher. “Please… the baby…” Amelia murmured as the medical team hurried. “We’ve got you, one of the nurses said, her voice calm but firm. “We’re going to take care of you and your baby. The hospital doors swung shut behind them, leaving the maid and driver outside, watching with worried expressions as Amelia was whisked away. Alexander stormed into the hospital with a look of intense worry etched across his face. His usual calm, collected demeanor was replaced by a frantic urgency a
Amelia’s vision blurred with tears as she struggled to push herself up, but the pain in her stomach was too much. She shouted for help, her voice desperate as she lay on the floor, terrified for her unborn child. But Chloe didn’t care. She stood there, watching Amelia suffer with cold indifference. After a few moments, she turned on her heel and walked out of the house, her heels clicking against the floor as if nothing had happened. The front door slammed shut behind her, and the sound echoed in the now-empty hallway. Amelia’s cries for help echoed through the hallways. Her voice, weak but filled with desperation, finally reached the maid, who rushed into the living room. The sight of Amelia on the floor sent a chill down the maid’s spine. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she gently shook Amelia. "Mrs. Amelia! Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?" The maid’s voice was frantic as she tried to help Amelia sit up. Amelia winced as she held onto her belly, her brea
The house was quiet, a peaceful stillness that Amelia had grown to appreciate in the last few months. She sat in her bedroom, sorting through baby clothes, organizing the nursery for the little one growing inside her. Her hand rested on her round belly as she smiled softly, feeling the slight kicks of the baby. Things had been calm, and despite the tensions with Chloe still looming in the background, Amelia had felt a sense of peace in recent weeks. Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway snapped Amelia out of her reverie. She furrowed her brow, wondering who could be arriving at this time. Alexander was at work, and there were no deliveries scheduled for today. Curious, she pushed herself up from the bed, her movements slow and careful as her pregnancy had advanced significantly. Amelia made her way to the window and peered outside. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. The sleek, black vehicle gleamed in the sunlight, and
“Ms. Chloe,” Donovan said smoothly, his voice deep and authoritative as he gestured toward the chair in front of him. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, unwavering, assessing her from the moment she walked in. “Maya has told me about your situation. Please, have a seat.” Chloe sat down, her movements deliberate, her spine straight as if a rod was keeping her upright. “I’m glad Maya could make this happen on such short notice,” Chloe began, her voice steady. She wasn’t sure if Donovan was someone she could fully trust yet, but she knew Maya wouldn’t have connected her to anyone less than the best. Donovan waved a hand dismissively, leaning back slightly in his leather chair, exuding a calm confidence that seemed to fill the room. As if short notice and high-pressure situations were something he handled daily. “She’s a good friend,” he said, his tone even, “and she knows how to get things moving. Now, tell me exactly what you want.” Chloe took a deep breath, her mind laser-focus
Her friend had been equally shocked to learn that Amelia was pregnant. Chloe had tried to play it off like she already knew, but the truth was, she hadn’t. It stung, even if she didn’t want to admit it. The idea of Alexander starting a new family, having another child with Amelia, made her feel irrelevant, like a forgotten chapter in his life. But that was about to change. As Chloe continued to browse her phone, she wondered what Alexander would think when he found out about her plan. Would he fight back, or would he let her take Jackson without a struggle? No, she knew Alexander better than that. He would fight, but that didn’t scare her. She was ready for whatever was coming. Her hand hovered over a contact name—an old acquaintance who worked in law. She hesitated for a moment, then pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered. “Hello?” the voice said, sounding surprised to hear from her. “Hey, it’s Chloe,” she said, her voice calm and col
When they finally finished their meal, Sarah gave Chloe a quick hug before they parted ways. “Take care of yourself, Chloe,” she said before disappearing down the street. Chloe stood there for a moment, watching her friend walk away, before slowly heading back to her car. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts, plans, and questions. All this time, she had been thinking about how to get back into her son’s life, how to restore her place in Alexander’s world. And now she found out that Amelia was pregnant? It changed everything. Back at home, Chloe threw her shopping bags onto the couch and sank into a chair, her mind still reeling. She hadn’t expected this. The idea of Amelia carrying Alexander’s child gnawed at her, twisting something deep inside her chest. She could feel old feelings resurfacing—resentment, jealousy, anger. All the emotions she had tried to suppress were bubbling to the surface. She paced back and forth across the living room, trying to think of her next move. Alex
The next day, Chloe felt an unusual sense of freedom as she stepped out of her house and into the world that had continued without her for over four months. It was strange being out after so long, seeing the everyday bustle of people going about their lives, unaware of the turmoil that had been happening behind the scenes in hers. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin, and smiled faintly. Today, she decided, she would reclaim a small piece of her old life. She went shopping first, driving through the city with a newfound purpose. Chloe had always had a taste for luxury, and although her current situation wasn’t ideal, she wasn’t about to give up on the things that had once made her feel powerful. Stopping by her favorite boutique, she spent hours perusing the racks of designer clothes, trying on outfit after outfit. It felt like a quiet rebellion against the world she had been trapped in for so long. As she walked down the busy streets with several s