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I printed out three documents. The first was a petition for divorce. The second revoked my husband, Graham Whitaker’s, medical power of attorney. The third prohibited him from using any of our remaining frozen embryos. An hour ago, at a charity gala being livestreamed across the internet, my husband of six years—the man I had married in secret—declared that his first love was “the woman who taught me what home means.” Then he placed the Whitaker family ring on her son’s hand. On TikTok, everyone was praising him as Stepdad of the Year, waiting for him to give his first love the grand wedding she deserved. And I had just lost our baby, alone on an operating table. Late that night, Graham finally came home. He saw me watching the video of him putting the ring on that child and snatched the iPad from my hands. His brow furrowed, his voice sharp with impatience. “It’s PR, Nora. Why are you getting so worked up?” I looked up at him and smiled. He had no idea I’d channeled all that agitation into three notarized documents. Soon enough, his lawyer would tell him just how “worked up” I was. ... The moment he finished speaking, I turned and walked toward the study. I could feel his gaze on my back, laced with the irritation of a man who’d been defied. I stopped in front of the safe and looked back at him. “Where’s the ring?” I meant the Whitaker family signet ring, the one that had been passed down for a century. He had inherited it from his father and given it to me to keep. Tonight, that same ring had been on another woman’s son’s hand. Graham’s gaze flickered away, instinctively avoiding mine. “The foundation needed footage for the annual report. Something about family legacy. I just… lent it to Elise for a while.” The explanation was so clumsy it was almost funny. If this had been the old me, I would have pressed him until I got the truth. I would have demanded to know why the legal wife was absent from......

“Don’t touch me. You make me feel dirty.” That was the first thing Navy Colonel Jack Sterling heard when he came home from a field exercise. The woman who said it was Amelia, his wife, who had always been so gentle, so forbearing. He froze, staring at the woman in front of him as if she were a stranger. She no longer sent him messages asking if he was all right. She no longer attended any of the military spouse gatherings that could bolster his image. She had even stopped bothering with Kyle, the son his ex-wife had spoiled rotten. Rage flared through him. “Amelia Sterling! As a colonel’s wife, maintaining this family’s image is your responsibility!” “Responsibility?” Amelia laughed as if he’d told the funniest joke in the world. She lifted her head, her bloodshot gaze locking onto his. “Where were you when I miscarried? When I was lying in a pool of my own blood, nearly dying on the operating table?” “What responsibility were you fulfilling then?” She laughed again, a cold, sharp sound, and each word was a hammer blow against his shock. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot. You were busy comforting your ex-wife, busy pleading on behalf of your precious son, Kyle.” “He was the one who pushed me down the stairs.” “You said it was an accident.” “But I finally understand now, Jack.” “Compared to your promotion, your reputation, your ex-wife, and your so-called bigger picture… that child and I were nothing but collateral damage.” ... The words pinned Jack in place like a nail. Kyle, his eight-year-old son, had pushed Amelia down the stairs. The “accident” he’d thought was long settled was now torn wide open, raw and bloody, by the venom in Amelia’s voice. The memory dragged Amelia back to that cold afternoon. She had been seven months pregnant, her belly swollen, her movements slow. Kyle had blocked the stairwell of their apartment building, looking like an enraged little bull. “Why haven’t you left yet? ......

I printed out three documents. The first was a petition for divorce. The second revoked my husband, Graham Whitaker’s, medical power of attorney. The third prohibited him from using any of our remaining frozen embryos. An hour ago, at a charity gala being livestreamed across the internet, my husband of six years—the man I had married in secret—declared that his first love was “the woman who taught me what home means.” Then he placed the Whitaker family ring on her son’s hand. On TikTok, everyone was praising him as Stepdad of the Year, waiting for him to give his first love the grand wedding she deserved. And I had just lost our baby, alone on an operating table. Late that night, Graham finally came home. He saw me watching the video of him putting the ring on that child and snatched the iPad from my hands. His brow furrowed, his voice sharp with impatience. “It’s PR, Nora. Why are you getting so worked up?” I looked up at him and smiled. He had no idea I’d channeled all that agitation into three notarized documents. Soon enough, his lawyer would tell him just how “worked up” I was. ... The moment he finished speaking, I turned and walked toward the study. I could feel his gaze on my back, laced with the irritation of a man who’d been defied. I stopped in front of the safe and looked back at him. “Where’s the ring?” I meant the Whitaker family signet ring, the one that had been passed down for a century. He had inherited it from his father and given it to me to keep. Tonight, that same ring had been on another woman’s son’s hand. Graham’s gaze flickered away, instinctively avoiding mine. “The foundation needed footage for the annual report. Something about family legacy. I just… lent it to Elise for a while.” The explanation was so clumsy it was almost funny. If this had been the old me, I would have pressed him until I got the truth. I would have demanded to know why the legal wife was absent from......

Selena Whitmore, Kieran Blackwood’s childhood sweetheart, and I became pregnant at the same time. To protect her reputation before the Elders’ Council, he announced to the world that the child she carried held his Alpha bloodline. My child, meanwhile, was registered as a strayblood. When I demanded an explanation, Kieran’s voice was cool and flat. “Selena was raised under Mooncrest Pack’s strict rules. If she were pregnant without a bonded mate, the rumors would tear her apart.” That was the first time I understood what it felt like for love to die. Later, when the Blackwood Pack and the Hawthorne branch family who raised me decided I was a disgrace, forcing me to go to the Moon Clinic to terminate the pregnancy, he was overseas with Selena, waiting for her to give birth. By the time he came back, I had lost our pup and vanished from his world completely. *** In my third month of pregnancy, Selena announced she was pregnant, too. We ran into each other in the Blackwood Pack’s healing wing. The cool moonstone was still pressed against my belly when I heard her syrupy voice. “Kieran, come feel our baby. I think he just moved.” I looked up to see Selena take Kieran’s hand and place it on her still-flat stomach. The tenderness on his face was a blindingly soft glow. The next second, the healer called my name. Kieran whipped around, all the color draining from his face. He stared at me, his throat working but producing no sound, as if he’d swallowed silver dust. I walked toward him, step by deliberate step, then raised my hand and slapped him. Again and again. The hallway fell silent. “Kieran. Explain.” Selena immediately moved to shield him, her body language that of a she-wolf who had finally secured her prize. “I’m the one carrying Kieran’s child. If you have a problem, take it up with me.” In that moment, the last shred of my hope died. But the tears came anyway. The instant Kieran saw me cry, he pulled me into his arms, a pure reflex. ......

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