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.

father realized slowly dawned Alistair'd actually

Elaine said quickly, reaching for his hand. "I'm over

anger in her father's eyes softened to heartbreak,

That night, her phone jolted her from sleep with

father's been in a car accident. Please come to

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

I can't fail you, either. Someone needs to make that bastard pay for what

earlier hadn't calmed him at all – they'd just

the hospital, the operating room doors swung open. The surgeon's face told her

out of his type. A hotshot named Chase bought up every unit of Rh-negative in Manhattan for his pregnant girlfriend. We're rushing in more from the next county, but

back into surgery, leaving Elaine

blood buy. It didn't take a

number at the top of her contacts. Her heart hammered

answer. Please answer.

to voicemail, Alistair picked

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