Chapter 7

Atlas cut her off, his voice razor–sharp.

The storm in his eyes was suffocating, like a force ready to consume everything in its path.

The young nurse faltered, swallowing hard before stammering, “M–Mr. Whitmore, you… you didn’t know?”

Her hesitation only made his patience snap further.

She took a shaky breath before forcing the words out. “Mrs. Whitmore… she was pregnant. Six weeks.”

Silence.

Atlas’s grip on the divorce papers tightened as his entire body locked up.

“She was pregnant,” the nurse continued, her voice trembling, “but she–she fell down the stairs. We don’t know exactly what happened, but… she lost the baby.”

A shudder ran through him. Something cracked deep within his chest, something raw and brutal.

Celeste had been carrying his child. And now, that life was gone.

His fingers trembled as he looked down at the papers in his hand. For the first time in his life, Atlas felt fear—real,

gut–wrenching, paralyzing fear.

His pulse pounded in his ears.

She had wanted this child. For five years, she had wanted a child with him.

And now-

eyes, pain twisting through his

knew why they had never conceived before. The guilt came in waves, crashing over him, threatening to pull him

painfully as his own words from that

owe me an apology

already known when she

she looked at him that night and seen him for what

finally spoke. “Find out everywhere she’s been in the past few

weeks.”

himself. “And find out how she fell down those stairs.”

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moved

he handed over the reports. “Mr. Whitmore, the hospital’s hallway security

Atlas’s fingers twitched.

staff member who was on that

his attention already locked onto

video from

stomach twisted violently as

outside a private room, gripping the

whole body

it. Her pupils had dilated, her eyes

Atlas’s breath hitched.

lounge–when he had

everything.

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