Chapter 4
Before leaving NYC, I went to the office to resign.
Looking at the company Ethan and I had built from scratch, a wave of loss hit me.
But I knew there was no place for me anymore.
On the glass wall, our motto was still there: “Never Give Up.”
The beat–up coffee machine from our startup days sat untouched in the break room.
But now, his world had more important things in it.
That girl. That child. Their new “family.”
My assistant, Lisa, helped me pack, red–rimmed. “Mrs. Voss… does Mr. Voss know you’re leaving?”
Her tone was tentative.
She knew that ever since that intern had shown up, the Voss had been in chaos.
“He knows it.” I lied, packing the last file.
As I stood, the room spun.
I grabbed the desk.
Lisa gasped. “Mrs. Voss! You’re so pale!”
I woke up to the harsh glare of hospital lights.
Lisa was leaning over me, her face lit with excitement. “Mrs. Voss! You’re pregnant! Six weeks!”
I froze, my hand flying to my belly.
A baby?
Coming now, just as I was leaving…
Lisa kept talking, but a buzzing filled my ears.
Did Ethan know? Would he…
My phone vibrated. “Ethan“.
My hand shook as I answered. Before I could speak, his roar cut me off.
“VIVIAN! How could you?!”
“What?” I was stunned.
“Skylar found a voodoo doll under the crib! Needles in it and the baby’s birth date written on it!”
A bitter laugh escaped me.
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Of course. Not a call of concern, but accusation.
“Ethan,” I said, my voice unnervingly calm. “Do you know what today is?”
Silence.
“Three years ago today, I shielded you in that car crash.” My voice was thin. “The doctor said I’d probably never be a mom. But now, I am…”
A crash on his end drowned out my last words.
He comforted Skylar. “It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t cry. I’ll handle it.”
Then, back to me, impatiently, “What? I didn’t catch that.”
It didn’t matter anymore.
I hung up.
“Lisa,” I said. “Don’t tell anyone about the baby.”
She stared, shocked. “But Mr. Voss…”
“Especially not Ethan.” My hand rested on my belly. “This baby… has nothing to do with him.”
The sunset outside the window was as red as blood.
Just like three years ago, when Ethan had held my broken body, crying, “Vivian, I don’t care about kids, I can’t live without you!”
Now, he’d pushed me and our baby both away.
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