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

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

own words

an apology for what happened back

Had she already known when she asked him

night and seen him for what he

he finally spoke. “Find out everywhere she’s

weeks.”

steady himself. “And find out how she fell down

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moved quickly.

assistant’s expression was tense as he handed over the reports. “Mr. Whitmore, the

Atlas’s fingers twitched.

begun questioning every patient and staff member who was on that

his attention

video from the KTV lounge.

twisted violently as

stood outside a private room, gripping the doorframe so

whole body was

saw it. Her pupils had dilated, her eyes unfocused,

Atlas’s breath hitched.

private lounge–when

everything.

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