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Susan set the plate of rice, stew, and salad in front of her brother and turned to fetch a bottle of wine and a glass. By the time she turned back, Samuel was already halfway through his first bite, chewing with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Wow, at least pretend to have some self-control,” Susan said with a smirk, placing the wine on the table. “You act like you haven't eaten in days,” Samuel didn’t slow down but grinned between bites. “You act like I’ve eaten something decent in the past week,” he said, his words muffled by a mouthful of food. “Seriously, though, I’ve been living off instant noodles and takeout. I barely have time to cook anything worth eating these days. I'm a busy man, you know. I leave for work early and I come back late at night or in the evening, then I repeat the same thing the next day.” “Ever heard of meal prep?” Susan teased, pouring him a glass of wine. He waved her off. “Too much effort. Maybe I should just get myself a wife. Problem solved.” Susan raise
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Susan nodded, taking a sip of water to avoid further scrutiny. “Yeah, just a lot going on.” Samuel chimed in, changing the subject. “Mom, she's doing so well at work. With the way she's always busy, I bet she’s going to be running the place in no time.” Susan shot her brother a grateful look. “Hardly. But thanks for the vote of confidence, Sam.” The conversation shifted again, moving to Elizabeth's plans for the week and Samuel’s idea of signing up for a cooking class. Susan laughed along, grateful for the reprieve from any personal questions. Samuel left for the kitchen and reappeared with dessert, and the mood lightened even more. When dinner was over, he insisted on cleaning up, while Susan and their mother went up to the living room to talk. “You seem carried away by your thoughts,” Elizabeth told Susan when they were finally seated and alone in the living room. “I do?” Susan asked in astonishment. Clearly she'd not done a good job of hiding her feelings properly. “Yes, y
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“So… How are you feeling?” Samuel asked Susan after she dropped off their mother at his apartment one evening. Susan stopped short. He had offered to walk her to her car, but there was something in his voice—a knowing edge—that sent a ripple of nerves through her. Susan shot him a glance, “Mom told you, didn't she?” she asked gently. Samuel nodded, his expression both apologetic and concerned. “Yeah, she did.” Susan exhaled, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over her. She’d been dreading this conversation, but now that it was happening, she realized she was grateful she didn’t have to find the words to break the news herself. She braced herself for the questions she knew were coming next. They got to her car, and Susan turned to face her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Samuel asked, his voice tinged with hurt. “I mean, I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with sometimes, but this…” He paused, searching for the right words. “This is something… beautiful, Suzy.” H
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Dr. Patel sat down, flipping through Susan’s chart. “So, this is your first pregnancy?” Susan nodded. “Yes. I’m…new to all of this.” “That’s completely normal,” Dr. Patel reassured her. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Today we’ll start with some basic questions, do a quick exam, and, if you’re ready, we can do an ultrasound to confirm everything is progressing well.” Susan’s chest tightened at the mention of the ultrasound. “Okay,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. The doctor began with a series of questions: her last period, any medical history, allergies, or medications. Susan answered as best as she could, feeling a little less nervous as the conversation continued. “Great,” Dr. Patel said, closing the chart. “Let’s do a quick physical exam, and then we’ll move to the ultrasound. Are you okay with that?” Susan nodded, clutching the edges of the exam table. The physical exam was routine, but Susan’s mind raced the entire time. When Dr. Patel finally wheeled over t
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Leo didn’t answer, his jaw tight, his fists curling at his sides. His emotions were a tangled storm: disbelief, confusion, something that felt dangerously close to anger. His eyes flickered to the bump, then back to her face, searching for answers she wasn’t offering. Susan blinked rapidly, forcing herself to breathe. She had rehearsed this moment in her head countless times, imagined what she might say if they ever crossed paths again. But not like this. “Yes,” Susan replied finally, her voice trembling but steady enough. “We… know each other.” Francesca’s brow arched, sensing there was more to the story, but she didn’t press. “Well, let’s get started. It’s freezing out here.” Susan met Leo's gaze again, her expression unreadable, but her hand instinctively moved to rest protectively over her bump. The subtle gesture felt like a blow to Leo’s chest. She stepped aside to lead them toward the front door. But as she turned, Leo’s voice cut through the drizzle, low and sharp. “Sus
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His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes held a depth of emotion that made her throat tighten. She quickly looked away, focusing on Francesca. “There’s a family room just off the kitchen,” Susan continued, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. “It has a fireplace and enough space for a large sectional or a play area for kids.” “Let’s see it,” Francesca said, already heading in that direction. Leo lingered behind, his steps slow and deliberate as he followed. He wasn’t interested in the house, not anymore—his thoughts were consumed by Susan. He watched her from a distance, taking in the way she moved, the way she avoided his eyes. The bump was small but unmistakable, and it stirred something in him he wasn’t ready to face. When they reached the family room, Francesca was already imagining where her furniture would go. “This is it,” she said decisively. “I love it.” “I thought you might,” Susan said, smiling. Francesca turned to Leo. “What do you think?” “
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Susan swallowed hard, her hand reflexively brushing against her belly. “I’m pregnant,” she admitted, the words hanging heavy in the air between them. “That's what is going on,” “Yeah I can see that,” Leo interrupted, “I just needed to know… Whose baby is it?” Susan looked calmly at him, coolly, while emotions boiled beneath the surface like molten lava ready to erupt. “It’s none of your business.” His nostrils flared. “It is if you’re carrying my baby.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. “Now why would you think that?” He hissed and ran his fingers through his hair, “Damn it, Suzy. Is it mine?” She needed to sit down. This was too much to process at once. She took deep breaths to calm herself. It didn’t work. All she could do was nod. The swimming feeling in her head was too much for anything else. Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Was it crazy that he felt both relief and disappointment at the same time? How the hell was it p
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Anger flared in Susan like a spark hitting dry kindling. She stood abruptly, her voice rising. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she shot back, her frustration and pain bubbling to the surface. “Why the hell did you even bother coming here tonight if the idea of having a baby disgusts you so much? You could’ve just left me alone! You didn’t have to come all the way here to confirm if the baby is yours.” She paused, her chest heaving. “Why did you come, Leo? Why?” Leo’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides. “Because I had to, dammit,” he growled, his voice rising to match hers. He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with something raw and unfiltered. “You think I’ve been able to think straight since I saw you this afternoon? You think I could concentrate on the house you were showing us or that I could process anything Francesca was saying? You think I’d be able to just walk away and pretend this doesn’t exist?” He gestured between them. “Knowing you’re pregnant—knowing the
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Slowly he rose to his feet. “What a charming idea,” he breathed, his dark brows drawing together as he studied her hectically flushed face and air of decided purpose. Then he stole a fleeting glance down at the narrow gold watch on his wrist. He dealt her a distinctly tense smile. “Unfortunately, I'm afraid you've chosen-----”“I just couldn't wait until you got home,” Susan broke in feverishly, his glance at his watch not having been lost on her and serving merely to stoke her tension to new heights. His black lashes dipped lower over his intent, dark eyes, clear bemusement etched into his rigidity. “Wait for what?” he asked with a dismal lack of comprehension.Susan abandoned the idea of a slow, seductive wriggle and pitched off her coat to grab his attention. “I couldn't wait for you,” she said huskily, and embarked on the buttons of her black, narrowly cut coat-dress.Leo's gaze had whipped over to the coat now lying in a heap and back to her fast. He seemed welded to the floor
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Shaken by the storm she had ignited, the roughness of his strained intonation, she stared at him, devoured by pain.“Why?” Leo repeated fiercely.Because I love you...she wanted to say. “And you're all over Sophie at every hour of the day. She coughs and you can't get there quick enough!” Leo slung from between gritted teeth. “In spite of the fact that we have a nanny with several willing supporters, you install a baby alarm and you get out of my bed to go to her! I'm not even half as important to you. Is that how it's supposed to be?”Very much taken aback, Susan surveyed him with shocked eyes. Evidently the baby alarm in their bedroom was viewed as some kind of ultimate insult. Did he think she was smothering Sophie? Was that what he was saying? That she was threatening to turn into one of those ghastly suffocating mothers one read about?“'I'm sorry if you think I'm taking my responsibilities too seriously.”“If you're that obsessed with babies, why should we wait to extend the fa
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Leo needed sex the way she needed air to breathe, and those needs needed to be met in the marital bed. She was just a body, and if anything had been required to prove that point his silence did so. In this new brave relationship they were trying, lies were no longer permissible, so Leo was not about to tell her how ravishingly irresistible she was. She was fanciable enough to arouse him but that was the height of her pulling power and, with a male as physical as Leo, maybe it didn't even take that much... maybe he just fantasised about somebody else. A choked sob escaped her. He thrust her away from him with positive violence. Her eyes flew open as he threw back the sheet and sprang out of bed.“Leo ... you misunderstood!”He spun back, dealing her an incredulous glance.“I was thinking about something else... It wasn't —I mean…” she stumbled in desperation. The tip of her tongue stole out and darted along her taut lower lip. “I want you,” she whispered finally. Dark eyes held her
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Susan woke up in the middle of the night to take a shower and check on Sophie, after which she went back to bed. When she awakened, little men were morris-dancing inside her thumping head.Thankfully she'd not taken enough alcohol to give her a major hangover, she registered miserably, but she was still a little tired. She slid out of bed and weaved a far from straight passage to the bathroom. A shower would make her feel better. She was emerging from the bathroom, swathed in a towel, white as a ghost and suffering from a raging thirst, when she noticed Leo .“Oh, no,” she mumbled. “Not now.”Leo filled the doorway. She refused to look at him and concentrated on his feet.“Shouldn't you be out working or something?”she whispered.“It's Saturday.”“I thought you went every day.”He certainly hadn't spent any days at home. Her clouded gaze worked up his legs. He was wearing black jeans that hugged his long, lean thighs and narrow hips, and an Aran sweater which accentuated his dark skin
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Leo didn't even try to deny it, “Maybe a little bit,” he replied and shrugged, “Besides, you're at the club. When was the last time you let yourself go,” He was right. It had been a while. After a few seconds, she nodded and Leo didn't hesitate to place the order. The drinks kept coming and as the night went on, the atmosphere lightened. They talked about small, inconsequential things—the music, the crowd, even a particularly flamboyant dancer on the floor below. Susan could slowly feel herself letting go and soon she was laughing heartily at almost everything Leo said. He was clearly enjoying her laughter, because he continued to whisper things in her eyes. Things that sometimes made her laugh and sometimes sent arousal coursing through her veins. It was amazing, and for a brief moment, it almost felt normal, like they weren’t two people locked in a complicated and often contentious marriage. When their glasses were empty again, Leo leaned closer, his eyes intent on hers.“Dance wi
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Susan blinked. So he was serious? Was their marriage even worth celebrating? Out loud, she asked, “Go out? Where?”“Anywhere you want. Just to have some fun.”She narrowed her eyes at him, searching his face for hidden motives. “I’m not really in the mood, Leo.”He shrugged, unfazed. “Then let me change that. How about somewhere familiar? My club, The Summit?”Susan paused. The Summit wasn’t exactly her idea of a relaxing evening, but it was better than sitting in awkward silence at the dining table or a long, restless night alone in her room.After a moment, she sighed. “Fine. I’ll go.”Leo’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he straightened. “Good. Wear the necklace.”Susan hesitated, her hand instinctively brushing against her collarbone. “Why does it matter so much to you?”“It’ll look good on you,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.Her eyes locked with his for a moment, a silent battle of wills passing between them. Finally, she nodded, her voice soft b
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Susan cringed. Leo had strolled out of his bedroom, positively re-energised by the completeness of her surrender. And she had smiled dizzily back at him with what lingering energy remained to her, possessed of an utterly appalling belief that Leo was so incredibly wonderful that she was blessed above all other living women. Passion killed her intelligence. In bed, she didn't think with Leo, she merely functioned like some sort of passion toy, programmed solely to give and receive pleasure. And she didn't think she could blame her response on anything else anymore. It was that simple. She was still madly in love with Leo, falling like a brick from the top of a high building, her feelings rushing faster and faster as she headed for sure and certain devastation when she hit the ground. Now she knew why it hurt when Leo accused her of being a liar. She knew why she hadn't had the strength to fight him off. On a deep atavistic level she wanted Leo any way she could get him.Why? How coul
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“Here I am,” he said with such staggering self-assurance, as if she could not fail to be grateful to win such a prize. “After all, you fought back like an Amazon warrior,” Leo told her thickly, his dark head lowering inch by inch. “You ignored me, you ignored it all and the more you ignored what I was doing, the more I seethed... I discovered that the one thing I cannot stand is to be ignored.”She didn't know what he was talking about. He appeared to be suggesting that her avoidance of him had been part of some sly, manipulative female plot to attract him and his unquenchable ego took to that idea like a duck to water. On the brink of acidly disabusing him of that notion, her parted lips met on a shocking collision course with his.Leo groaned against her mouth and possessed it again with renewed vigour and a force of hunger that ran a scorching blaze of heat right down to her toes and back up again. She fought the effect, concentrating her mind on the picture of herself pregnant and
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Susan reddened but pressed on, her sole ambition to show him that they need not participate in sexual intimacy simply to produce another child. She marvelled that Leo appeared so ignorant of such processes. Then all of a sudden she registered that it was not ignorance that had silenced Leo but a kind of unholy and incredulous fascination backed by rather daunting signs of gathering rage. A dark tide of blood had flushed his features, a tiny muscle tugging relentlessly at the corner of his eloquent mouth.“You have to be out of your mind to suggest such a thing to me!” he told her rawly.“Leo... if we could for once move away from this macho conditioning of yours and talk about this sensibly, you might see that it is actually a very sane solution to the problem.”Leo strode forward and pulled her up out of her seat with two powerful hands. “There's no problem. My children are not going to be conceived in a test tube and that has nothing to do with my "macho conditioning",” he spelt out
