m P

y sports car, the engine roaring in protest as I blindly

ar's Bluetooth system that the speakers crackled. "Liam! What is wr

ra's finger at Orsay last night. Even with my hat and sunglasses on, fans and paparazzi had recognized my build and profile.

Avery is carrying a Sterling heir! You cannot have this kind of public scandal right now!

Immediately! Have her tell the press that you two a

The team's PR manager had already called me eight times in th

damn, suffocating marriage, I wouldn't have to sneak around like a criminal. I would be allowed to be

tely gone, ready to unleash all the tox

she answered the phone. "Did you leak those photos to the press? Are you

ily calm and unaffected by my screaming. "And I h

sue a public statement right now on your social media saying we are p

a beach to provide a healthy, stress-free environment for the Sterling heir. The doctor specifically said I cannot be disturbed or

at. It was the ultimate trump card. I could not argue with th

tered weakly, desperately trying to shift the b

back when my 'vacation' is over," she s

into the dead phone, throwi

f helplessness washing over me. For the first time in our relat

hair, frustrated. An i

feed from any of the cameras inside the townhouse. I just wanted to see if

oom camera. The image lo

se the app, a figure walke

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bathroom. In my home. A strange, unsettling feeling twisted in my gut as I watched a