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My apartment would never feel the same again. Before, it had been my refuge. It was the one place I could be and not feel like I had to pretend to be anyone else. I could kick back and relax in a pair of shorts and watch a game on TV. I didn’t have to be the stalwart businessman who never expressed emotion and always wore an expensive suit. I got to be the real Kylian Litt when I was at home.At least I used to be. The apartment didn’t feel like home anymore. It wasn’t the place where I could unwind and escape the demands of being the CEO of one of the biggest and most successful companies in the country. There were too many reminders of Yvonne. Hell, even her overnight bag was still sitting in my room, right where she had left it in preparation for our wedding night.I had been tempted on several occasions to open the bag. I wanted to feel close to her and touching her things was one way to do that. I knew she was at Cynthia’s house and I knew the addrRelated chapters
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Kylian's POV"Make sure the jet is fueled and find a flight attendant. I’ll pay triple their normal fee for the short notice.”“Uh, sir, I don’t know if it can be ready in two hours.”I was not in the mood. “It can be, and it will be. Have my jet ready and a pilot waiting for me in two hours. I’m leaving.”“Yes, sir. I’ll do what I can.”There was a long pause before he hung up to do my bidding. The guy was good, it was why I hired him and why I paid him so well. He would move heaven and earth to do what I asked. I smiled, feeling better about life already. I had taken the first step to making all of this go away. I needed purpose and leaving had given me that purpose. I headed for my bedroom, pulled my suitcase from my walk-in closet, and stared at the rows of suits neatly hung in rows by color. I shook my head. I wouldn’t need suits for where I was going. I wasn’t sure I would ever put on another suit again.I strolled to the back of the closet where I
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Kylian's POVIt had been six weeks since I had seen or talked to Yvonne. She’s left her job for good as far as I could tell. She hadn’t officially resigned, but I didn’t expect her to. She just never showed up. I had quit asking Cynthia about her. There was no point. I had waited a month before I appointed a new CEO. I hadn’t wanted to do it, but I couldn’t leave the company without a leader for much longer.I was a little surprised by Yvonne’s commitment to being pissed at me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had figured she would get over it and want to talk. She’d call me and say she wanted her job—her company—and could we talk about how that would work. I would tell her she could keep her company and we could stick to our original deal. It never happened.Six weeks was a really long time to be pissed. It wasn’t until that morning I had the stark realization she wasn’t getting over it, which was why I was leaving the country again. I was going to stay gone a l
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Kylian's POV“Mom’s in the hospital,” he said, and I felt my world tilt to the side a little and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.“What?” I replied, not quite believing the words.“Mom is in the hospital. I don’t have any details. I thought you would want to know,” he said in a friendly tone despite my own surliness.“What happened?” I asked, needing information.“I don’t know. Kenyon called and said the ambulance was taking her in,” he explained.I ran a hand through my hair, reminding myself I needed a haircut. “I don’t understand. Is she hurt?”Kieran sighed. “I really don’t know anything. Kenyon called me, and I called you right away.”“Which hospital?” I asked, looking down at my attire.I was dressed for a tropical vacation in khaki shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of loafers. I felt a little weird to be going out into public without one of my tailored suits, but I wasn’t going to waste any time changing to impress anyone. My mo
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Yvonne's POVI heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Cynthia with the groceries I had ordered from the local market. I had become a shut-in. It wasn’t only because I was hiding from Kylian. I was, but it was also because I felt miserable. The morning sickness was an all-day sickness. When I had my first appointment with the obstetrician, I was informed that some women experienced morning sickness for months … and it could last all day. I was not looking forward to another six months of throwing up for random reasons. It could be what I ate, what I looked at, or what I smelled. The worst part was I never knew what a trigger was until it was too late.Cynthia was bringing me groceries and we were going to make a healthy dinner together. I had to eat right for my baby. Without a job or anything else to do with my time, I had spent a lot of time shopping online. I was already shopping for nursery items as well as maternity clothing. Today’s shopping spree had included grocerie
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Yvonne's POV“Cynthia, I don’t want him in my life. If he finds out about this child, he is going to demand he be involved.”She smiled. “That’s what a good dad is supposed to do.”“I don’t want a good dad. I will be okay raising a baby by myself. I’m financially secure and can handle whatever happens. I don’t want him to know. You can’t tell him,” I ordered.“I won’t say a word, but I will keep encouraging you to tell him. I believe it is his right. I know you don’t like it, but that’s the truth. You might change your mind down the road. Don’t completely dismiss the idea.”I ignored her and went about pulling out the seasonings we would need for the recipe. She was supposed to be distracting me from the problem, not bringing it up. Kylian was the problem. I felt protective of my child and didn’t want him getting his hands on him or her and showing the child off like he did something amazing. He donated sperm. I was the one doing all the incubating.“Can we p
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Kylian's POVWe were finally given a brief recap of what had happened to my mother and were now waiting to see her. She had taken a tumble down the stairs at the mansion and broken her hip. Kieran and I were standing in the hallway of the ninth floor of the hospital, waiting for the nurses to give us the all clear to enter the room where my mother was being settled into. They had brought her upstairs after a round of x-rays and a lot of pain meds, we were informed.“You can go in, but you can only stay for a few minutes. She and her roommate are sleeping,” the nurse informed us as she walked through the door of the hospital room.“Her roommate?” I said with a raised brow.The older woman nodded. “Yes, this is a hospital and we are full. She has a roommate.”“We want a private room,” Kieran blurted out.The woman was not impressed by our demands. “Then you can talk to the hospital administrator. There aren’t any available. Your mother will have to deal with wh
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Yvonne's POVThe moment my eyes opened, I knew it was going to be another rough day. Last night’s elation over being able to eat a meal that didn’t make me ill had evaporated. I should have known it wasn’t meant to last. I lay in bed, inhaling through my nose and slowly exhaling, hoping I could breathe through the nausea I could feel moving over my body. It always started out as kind of a tickle of ick and then came on much stronger.The breathing exercises the doctor had told me to try weren’t working. I didn’t even know why I tried. I jumped out of bed and raced for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time to go through my usual routine of vomiting. Morning sickness was no joke. I couldn’t deal with a full nine months of this, I told myself as I hugged the porcelain seat. I was seriously considering moving my bed into the bathroom or moving the toilet to the bedroom. Something had to give.I stayed on the cold tile floor for a good twenty minutes,
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Yvonne's POVI called a couple more people, hoping to secure a lab. I couldn’t fail before I even started. I stared at the notes on my screen. There was so much to do. I felt like I was staring at Mount Everest and I had no idea where to start. Maybe I was wrong. I couldn’t do it on my own. I was kidding myself thinking I could. I couldn’t ask Cynthia to leave the comfort and security of her job to help me. When the idea came to me to start over, I had been dreaming.I had this brief moment where I remembered the good old days and thought back fondly on them. I hadn’t thought much about the actual hard work. The long nights and the days when I had wanted to give up, because I was so frustrated, had vanished from my memory—until now. I had been young and hungry back then. I wasn’t quite as hungry now and I felt like I had aged thirty years since those early days. I was a married woman, estranged from her husband and pregnant with his child … who he didn’t even know about
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