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-

through his ribs like a vice.

The guilt came in waves, crashing over him, threatening to

chest ached, breath hitching painfully as his own words from that night echoed back

you think you owe me an apology for what happened

she known? Had she already known when she

night and seen

he finally spoke. “Find

weeks.”

“And find out how she fell

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expression was tense as he handed over the reports.

Atlas’s fingers twitched.

who was on that floor at the time.

the words, his attention

video from

violently as he

the doorframe so tightly her knuckles

whole body was shaking.”

eyes unfocused, dazed, as if her entire world had just collapsed beneath her feet.

Atlas’s breath hitched.

outside that room-“his” private lounge–when he had spoken

everything.

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