At the VIP clinic, I was helping my nine-month pregnant daughter change for her final ultrasound. The moment her shirt slipped off, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

kiss against Chloe’s temple. I watched carefully. Chloe flinched—a barely noticeable movement, but unmistakably real.

I saw it.

And more importantly, Julian saw it too.

His polished smile tightened into something dangerous. “Feeling a little nervous today, darling?” he asked, his tone smooth but edged with steel.

Chloe shut her eyes and said nothing.

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