Three months pregnant, I told my fiancé, Miles Kensington, I was ending it. He frowned at me. "What is it this time? Because my mother said you shouldn't keep the baby right now?" "Yes." He looked impatient. "Fine. Go back to the apartment and rest. I'll talk to my mother." I said nothing. He turned away to take a call from his assistant, completely missing that something was off with me. "Book two first-class tickets to Cabo for the weekend. Take her to the beach to unwind." That "her" wasn't me. After he hung up, all he said to me was that we'd talk another time. He didn't know I'd gotten my test results today. I was carrying twins. I made the call. "Aunt Victoria, help me arrange a move to the West Coast." If the Kensington family didn't want this child, then the baby would bear the name Quinn. No more ties to that old Boston dynasty. *** An iMessage lit up my screen just as I ended the call with my aunt. "Harper, it's Paige. Miles ......
