Chapter 7

"He doesn't want kids - at least not with me. Either do I." She shook her head. "Dad, I'm divorcing Alistair."

Her father's coffee mug froze halfway to his lips. "Divorce?! Did he hurt you?"

He knew his daughter better than anyone. Knew about the love she'd buried in her heart for years. If he hadn't, he would've let the company crash and never agreeing to her marriage to Alistair Chase.

Alistair's reputation as Manhattan's favorite playboy was hardly a secret, and marriage hadn't slowed him down one bit.

Her father knew just how deeply she loved Alistair. Also knew she wouldn't leave Alistair unless something truly unforgivable had happened.

Before Elaine could stop him, he was already dialing Alistair's number on speakerphone.

She lunged for the phone, but it was too late - a woman's voice answered on the

third ring.

"Alistair's busy on our baby" Vivian purred. "Stop bothering us." Then the line went dead.

realized slowly dawned Alistair'd actually gotten one of

his hand. "I'm over him, I promise.I'll move back home later, just like before.

softened to heartbreak, but eventually he

her from sleep with its shrill ringing. A clinical voice on the

in a car

her father be out driving at this hour? Confused, she checked her messages and found one from him sent just

mother when she needed me. I can't fail you, either. Someone needs to make that bastard pay for what he's

him at all – they'd just made him decide to

swung open. The surgeon's

up every unit of Rh-negative in Manhattan for his pregnant girlfriend. We're rushing in more from the next

into surgery, leaving Elaine

Chase. Massive blood buy. It didn't take

she dialed the number at the top of her contacts. Her heart hammered with

answer. Please answer.

before it went to voicemail,

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