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.

dawned Alistair'd actually gotten one of

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

her father's eyes softened to heartbreak, but

a sigh of relief. That night, her phone jolted her from sleep with its shrill ringing. A clinical voice on

in a car

hour? Confused, she checked her

you, either. Someone

at all – they'd just made him

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

dad needs blood right now," the 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. We're rushing in more from the next county, but we don't

doctor hurried back into surgery, leaving

didn't take a genius

at the top of her contacts. Her heart

Please

before it went to voicemail,

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