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.

Alistair'd actually gotten

quickly, reaching for his hand. "I'm over him, I promise.I'll move back home later,

eyes softened to heartbreak, but eventually

That night, her phone jolted her from sleep with its shrill ringing. A clinical voice on the other end turned her blood to

been in a car accident. Please come

hour? Confused, she

fail you,

reassurances earlier hadn't calmed him at all – they'd just made him decide to confront Alistair

the operating room doors swung open. The surgeon's face told her everything before

surgeon said, still in his scrubs. "Problem is, we're completely tapped out of his type. A hotshot named Chase bought up every unit of Rh-negative in Manhattan for his pregnant girlfriend.

into surgery, leaving

buy. It didn't take a genius to

trembled as she dialed the number at the top of her

Please answer.

it went to voicemail,

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