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Googling apartments I can’t afford in neighborhoods just far enough from the city.

I even started writing a note. Just in case I need to go quietly. No confrontation. No goodbyes.

I’d leave it with his guards.

Thank you for everything. I’m so grateful for what you gave me. But I can’t stay where I’m not wanted…

I hate how far I’ve gotten.

How ready I was to disappear.

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ALEKSANDER

“Where is she?”

Andrey looks up from the surveillance tablet, neutral as always. “In the upstairs office. She’s been on Zillow for the last hour.”

I freeze.

“The fuck did you just say?”

He holds up the tablet. A paused frame shows Sierra leaning over the computer in one of my button-downs, her belly pressed against the desk. The screen shows rental listings. Low-security buildings. Long commutes. Shit neighborhoods.

She’s planning to leave.

My woman.

My wife.

My pregnant fucking queen.

And no one thought to tell me?

I’m across the estate in seconds, rage burning through me like wildfire, my footsteps echoing up the marble stairs.

She thought I left?

She thought I’d walk away after putting my baby inside her?

She thought I wouldn’t notice?

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SIERRA

I jump when the door slams open.

My breath catches.

He’s here.

Aleksander. Towering. Wild-eyed. Dressed in all black, shoulders massive, tattoos on full display. His hair is damp from rain, jaw locked tight, chest rising like he just ran through a war zone.

“Aleks…”

I stand up slowly, heart hammering, already backing away from the desk.

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