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Three months into my pregnancy, I called off my engagement to Theron Kensington. He frowned, looking at me. "What kind of tantrum is this? Is this just because my mother told you to get rid of the baby for now?" "Yes." He let out an impatient sigh. "Fine. Just go home and rest. I'll talk to my mother." I didn't reply, and he didn't care, turning away to answer a call from his assistant. "Book two tickets to the Bahamas," he said. "I'm taking her out to relax this weekend." That "her" wasn't me. He hung up and said we would talk another time. But what he didn't know was that the baby in my belly had already been confirmed. It was twins. From then on, we would go our separate ways and no longer entangle with each other. I dialed the phone. "Aunt Corinne, help me arrange the move abroad." Since his family didn't want the child. The child would take my last name and have absolutely nothing to do with the Kensington Family ever again. "Elara, it's Valerie Winslow. Theron gave me your WhatsApp. He said I should keep you company when I have time." The notification lit up my screen the exact second I ended the call with Aunt Corinne. A contact request. I stared at the screen for a long moment. I didn't accept. I went right back to packing. Maeve Gallagher walked in just as I was slipping my prenatal records into my passport. She paused in the doorway. Her eyes swept the dismantled living room before landing on my hands. "You packing?" "Yeah." "Where to?" "Leaving the country." She stepped inside slowly and perched on the edge of the couch. Her gaze dropped straight to my flat stomach. "And the baby?" "Coming with me." "Does Theron know?" "He knows we're done. He doesn't know I'm leaving." "When are you going to tell him?" "I'm not." Maeve's mouth opened. She closed it again, swallowing whatever she was about to say. A few seconds ticked by before she shifted gears. "Why exactly is his mother forcing you to get rid of it?" My hands stopped moving. Mrs. Kensington's exact words echoed in my head. "Elara, I had the birth charts read. This baby's astrological signs clash with Theron's. You cannot keep it. Astrologer Vane said you have to terminate the pregnancy." When I told Maeve, she crushed the tissue in her hand into a tight, angry ball. "She's using astrology as an excuse?" "Yeah." "What did Theron say?" "He said he'd talk to her." I folded a sweater, smoothing out the fabric. "Then he called his assistant right in front of me and booked two tickets to the Bahamas. He's taking Valerie." "Who the hell is Valerie?" "His childhood friend. She moved back from abroad two months ago. He said she needed a getaway to relax." Maeve stared at me. The rims of her eyes turned a violent, glassy red. "You're doing the right thing." My phone vibrated on the mattress. Valerie had switched tactics. A direct text message this time. "Elara, Theron mentioned you haven't had much of an appetite. I made some beef bone broth and left it with the security guard at your gate. Make sure you grab it." I passed the phone to Maeve. She read it, her head snapping up. "He had her bring you soup?" "That's what it says." "Where is he?" "Booking their flight to the Bahamas." Maeve shoved the phone back into my hand. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the room. Half a minute later, she got up. She walked over to the closet and started pulling clothes off hangers, folding them into my suitcase one by one. "What do you need me to do?" "Ship that box of books to Aunt Corinne's place for me." "Done." I flipped open my prenatal checkup records on the bed, staring at the black-and-white ultrasound image. Maeve leaned over my shoulder. "Twins?" "Confirmed this morning." "Does he know?" "No." "You're really not going to tell him?" "He doesn't even want one." I closed the folder. "What difference does it make if I tell him there are two?" Maeve dropped the subject. She finished packing the rest of my things in silence. At the door, she paused, throwing one last look over her shoulder. "Take care of yourself. Call me the second you need anything." "I will." The door clicked shut. I sank back into the couch and rested my hand flat against my stomach. Theron walked through the door at nine that night. He toed off his shoes in the entryway and froze. His gaze locked onto the suitcase sitting by the console table. Two seconds later, he strode into the living room. "Where are you going?" "Staying out for a few days." He dropped onto the cushion beside me. His arm reached out, trying to loop over my shoulders to pull me in. "Still throwing a tantrum? I told you I'd talk to my mother." I didn't lean into him. "Did you tell Valerie to drop off that soup?" His arm stiffened. "She said she wanted to meet you, so I gave her the address. She's a good person. You two should talk more." "You gave our home address to a woman I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know her? I've talked about her a million times. We grew up together." "You didn't ask me." He let out a long, heavy exhale. "Fine. I'll ask you first next time. Just unpack the bag." "Did you cancel the Bahamas trip?" Three seconds of dead air. "Her ticket is already booked. It wouldn't look right to cancel it now." "Then go." I stood up and grabbed the handle of my suitcase. He shot up off the couch and stepped right into my path, blocking the door. "Elara, do you even want this relationship to work anymore?" I looked up, meeting his eyes dead-on. "Theron. Your mother ordered me to abort your child, and you call my reaction a tantrum. You handed my personal contact to another woman, and you think I'm overreacting. You booked two tickets to the Bahamas with her, and you think I'm being unreasonable. So tell me. What actually matters to you?" He didn't have an answer. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A call from Valerie. He looked at the caller ID, then back at me. "She's been having terrible insomnia lately. I need to take this." He swiped to answer and walked out onto the balcony. His voice drifted back through the glass door, soft and patient. "What's wrong? Can't sleep again?" I gripped my suitcase and walked out the front door. I didn't wait for him to hang up. The elevator doors slid shut. I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Aunt Corinne. "Expedite the visa." Her reply came through a second later. "Understood." ### Chapter 2 "Elara, you are pushing Theron." The call came earlier than expected. I hadn't even finished my hotel breakfast. "Mrs. Kensington." Two seconds of dead silence on the line. "What did you just call me?" "We broke up. It isn't appropriate to call you Mom anymore." "Broke up?" Her voice spiked, laced with pure, offended fury. "You just decide that? What about the baby?" "I thought you didn't want me to keep it." "That was for your own good. Yours and Theron's. Astrologer Vane read the charts—that child’s astrological signs clash with my son's. Keeping it will ruin your marriage." "There is no marriage anymore." "Elara, don't think you can throw a tantrum just because Theron spoils you. Listen to me. Keep the baby, abort it, I don't care. But you will not use it to hold my son hostage." "I'm not threatening him. I left." "Left? Where could you possibly go?" I let the silence hang. She kept talking, looping through the same tired demands—stop making a scene, come home, rein in my temper, Theron was willing to compromise. I let her run out of breath. "Mrs. Kensington, I respect your choice. Please respect mine." I hit end. The phone barely hit the mattress before a knock sounded at the door. I pulled it open, expecting room service. Valerie stood in the hallway. She held an insulated tote bag, her smile perfectly practiced. "Elara. I finally get to see you." I didn't step back. "Theron said you moved out. He asked me to check on you." "There's no need." "Well, I'm already here." She shoved the bag forward an inch. "Herbal chicken broth. Good for the stomach. I simmered it for three hours last night." I kept my hands at my sides. Her smile stayed plastered in place as she set the bag on the carpet by my feet. "I'll just leave it. Drink it whenever you want." I grabbed the door handle, ready to shut it in her face, but she spoke again. "Elara, actually, there's something else." Her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. "Theron is under a lot of pressure right now. With the company, and the fight with you... He stayed at my place until two in the morning last night." My stomach hollowed out. At ten o'clock last night, he had texted me: *I'll pick you up tomorrow.* Right after hitting send, he went straight to her. Valerie's eyes widened slightly, a perfectly calculated backtrack. "Oh, it's not what you think. He just needed someone to talk to. We've been like this since we were kids. You're the only one in his heart, Elara. I keep telling him what a good girl you are, how he needs to cherish you." Every word was wrapped in fake sisterhood. Every word was a knife, carving out her territory, reminding me that she knew him better, longer, deeper. "Thanks." "Elara, don't fight with him anymore, okay? He's bad with words, but he really cares." "Right." "I'll go now. Drink the soup. You're carrying a baby, don't starve yourself." She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. I shut the door and sank onto the edge of the bed. The screen of my phone lit up. A text from Theron. *Did Valerie stop by? She's great. You two should hang out more.* A second bubble popped up. *I'll pick you up after work. Don't run off.* I ignored it. Pulling a piece of hotel stationery from the nightstand, I grabbed a pen and copied down the travel checklist Aunt Corinne had sent me. Visa tomorrow. Flight confirmed the day after. Bank documents sorted this afternoon. My pen stopped. The screen glowed again. A WhatsApp message from Mrs. Kensington. It was a screenshot of a chat between her and Valerie. Valerie: *Mrs. Kensington, Elara isn't doing well today. I'm going over to check on her and talk some sense into her.* Mrs. Kensington: *Good girl. Thank you for the trouble.* Valerie: *No trouble at all. We're all family.* Beneath the image, Theron's mother had added her own commentary: *Look at Valerie. See how sensible she is? If you were even half as easygoing, I wouldn't have to be so hard on you.* I stared at the glowing pixels. Something clicked. Valerie had only been back in the country for two months. Yet Mrs. Kensington called her *good girl*. The polite exchange reeked of a deeply polished, comfortable intimacy. Two months wasn't enough time to build that. This was a relationship that had been cultivated for a long time. I dropped the phone into my bag and walked out. As I crossed the lobby, the front desk receptionist flagged me down. "Ms. Sterling, someone left this for you." A bouquet of pink carnations. I plucked the small card from the center. *Don't be unhappy, Elara. Everything will be fine. —Valerie.* I dropped the card back into the petals. "Throw it in the trash." Pushing through the revolving glass doors into the morning air, I pulled out my phone and texted Maeve. *I need you to look into something. Find out exactly when Valerie started talking to the Kensington family before she moved back.* Maeve's reply came in seconds. *What are you thinking?* I typed back without breaking stride. *I think her two-month timeline is a lie.* ### Chapter 3 "Elara, are you here for your things? I can help you look." Valerie stood in the center of the living room. I froze in the entryway for two slow seconds before stepping inside. "No need. I'll find them myself." A new box of herbal tea sat on the coffee table. From the kitchen, the heavy, savory scent of simmering soup hung in the air. On the fridge door, a bright sticky note caught my eye. The handwriting wasn't mine. *Theron, remember to drink water.* Valerie trailed behind me. "Theron mentioned this morning you might drop by for your stuff, so he asked me to host you. He's tied up at the company and won't make it back for lunch." "He asked you to stay here?" "Yeah. His stomach's been acting up lately, so I put together a dietary plan for him. I need to keep an eye on the soup." I walked into the bedroom and yanked open the nightstand drawer. Property deeds. Birth certificate. Bank books. I pulled them out one by one and shoved them into my bag. Valerie leaned against the doorframe, watching me. "Elara, can I ask you something?" "Yeah." "Are you really leaving Theron?" "Yeah." She dropped her gaze. "Then what about him?" "He has you." Valerie waved her hands frantically. "You're misunderstanding. Theron and I are really just friends. I've had a hard time adjusting since I moved back, and he's been helping me out. I just wanted to repay him." "By living in his house, making him soup, and leaving sticky notes on his fridge?" She stiffened, a flush creeping up her neck. "Elara, I just wrote that casually. It didn't mean anything." I dropped the subject and walked into the closet. I slid the doors open. Theron's clothes hung neatly on the left. The right side, which used to be entirely mine, was mostly bare. Hanging in the empty space were three brand-new outfits, tags still dangling from the sleeves. Definitely not my style. Valerie's voice drifted in from behind me, quiet and timid. "Mrs. Kensington bought those for me. She told me to wear them when Theron and I go out this weekend." This weekend. The Bahamas. His mother bought another woman clothes and hung them in my closet. I reached up, grabbed my last few jackets off the rack, folded them tight, and stuffed them into my bag. I shoved past her and stepped back into the living room. The soup bubbled on the stove. The front door lock clicked, and Theron walked in. His eyes dropped to the heavy bag on my shoulder, shifted to Valerie, and his brow furrowed. "Why didn't you call me when you got here?" "Just grabbing my things." His gaze caught the edge of my birth certificate peeking out of the bag. His face hardened. "What do you need that for?" "Going abroad." "Abroad? Where?" "Haven't decided." "Elara." His voice went dark. "Can you stop pulling these stunts every single day? You're pregnant. You aren't going anywhere." Valerie chimed in right on cue. "Theron, don't yell at Elara. She probably just wants to get away and clear her head." Theron shot her a look. "Valerie, go check the soup." She slipped into the kitchen. He waited until she was gone. "I just found out about the clothes. My mom took it upon herself to do that." "You don't even know what happens in your own home. Your mother buys clothes for another woman, hangs them in my closet, and you have no idea." "I told you I just found out." "And what did you do about it?" He opened his mouth. I waited. Those few seconds of silence, just like last time, were all the answer I needed. "You said you'd talk to her, Theron. What did you talk about? She calls Valerie a good girl, buys her clothes, hangs them in my space, and texts me to learn from her. Is that the result of your talk?" His face tightened. "I'll handle it." "When?" "In the next couple of days." "Aren't you going to the Bahamas in the next couple of days?" He took a sharp breath. Valerie's voice floated out from the kitchen. "Theron, the soup is ready." He called back a quick response, then turned his focus back to me. "Let's meet up tonight and actually talk. Just... don't leave yet." I hoisted the bag higher on my shoulder and walked to the front door. "Enjoy the soup. I'm not hungry." ### Chapter 4 "Elara, did you really think hiding in a hospital would stop me from finding you?" Mrs. Kensington's voice cut through the quiet hum of the obstetrics waiting room. I was just sitting there, waiting for my number to be called. About eight other pregnant women were scattered around the room with their husbands or mothers-in-law. At the sudden outburst, every single head snapped in our direction. I pushed myself to my feet. "Mrs. Kensington. This is a hospital." "I'm perfectly aware of where we are." She marched over, her heels clicking sharply against the linoleum. "I also know you're here for a prenatal checkup. What, you and my son break up, and you still have the nerve to come to a Kensington hospital?" It wasn't a Kensington hospital. But her family had VIP access, and she personally knew the Head of Obstetrics. In her mind, she owned the building. Valerie trailed right behind her, clutching a thermos to her chest with a perfectly crafted look of concern. "Mrs. Kensington, please keep your voice down. There are pregnant women here." Mrs. Kensington dropped her volume, but not her venom. "Elara, let me be blunt. You are not keeping this baby. Astrologer Vane read the charts. The signs clash entirely. If you keep it, you'll ruin Theron's luck." "Mrs. Kensington, Theron and I are done. The baby will take my last name. It has absolutely nothing to do with your family." She froze. Then, a sharp, mocking scoff slipped past her lips. It wasn't loud, but in the dead-quiet waiting room, it sounded like a gunshot. "Your last name?" Her eyes narrowed. "A Kensington child taking your name?" "We were never married. The baby can take my last name." "Are you threatening me?" "I'm stating a fact." She looked me up and down, her gaze scraping over my casual clothes. "Elara, I won't sugarcoat this anymore. Theron and Valerie grew up together. They're a match I've wanted from day one. You just showed up late. It's not that I look down on you, but you two were never meant to be. While we can still handle this with some dignity, get rid of the child. Make a clean break. It's better for everyone." I shifted my gaze to Valerie. She just stood there, staring at the floor, fingers white-knuckling her thermos. If it wasn't true, she would have denied it. She didn't say a word. The husband of a woman sitting two seats away finally had enough. He stood up. "Lady, this is a public space. Do you mind keeping it down?" Mrs. Kensington snapped her head toward him, hitting him with a glare so icy the man physically shrank back a half-step. I took a slow breath, my hand instinctively sliding down to shield my lower belly. "Mrs. Kensington. I am raising this child myself." "You?" Her voice spiked. "With what money? What's your monthly salary? Do you have any self-awareness about where you come from? You're a small-town girl who only survived in this city because Theron pulled you up out of the mud. And now you have the nerve to reject the Kensington family?" The waiting room was dead silent. Every single pair of eyes was glued to us. Valerie finally decided to play peacekeeper. "Mrs. Kensington, please stop. Elara is having a hard time." She turned her doe eyes on me. "Elara, she doesn't mean it like that. Try not to take it to heart, she's just worried about Theron." She tugged gently at the older woman's sleeve. "Come on, let's just go. Let her get her checkup in peace." Mrs. Kensington let herself be pulled away for exactly two steps before she stopped dead. She spun back around, dug into her designer bag, and slapped a piece of paper onto the plastic armrest of the waiting chair. "Three hundred thousand. Get the abortion. Buy yourself some nice supplements for the recovery." I just stared at the slip of paper. Trying to process that this was actually happening. A woman was standing in a maternity ward, surrounded by expecting mothers, slapping down three hundred grand to buy the death of her own grandchild. A vicious cramp suddenly tore through my abdomen. I gasped, my hand shooting out to grip the back of the chair to stay upright. Then another wave hit. Harder. Sharper. A triage nurse rushed over. "What's wrong? How many weeks are you?" "Twelve," I forced out through gritted teeth. "Twins." All the color drained from the nurse's face. "Sit down right now. Do not move. I'm paging a doctor." Mrs. Kensington remained standing a few feet away, her check still sitting on the chair. "Oh, please. Stop putting on a show for sympathy." Valerie dropped to a crouch beside me, her hand reaching out to grab my arm. "Elara, don't be scared. You're going to be okay." I violently yanked my arm out of her grip. A doctor sprinted down the hall pushing a wheelchair, barking at me to sit. I slumped into it. Mrs. Kensington was still rooted to the spot, suddenly unsure if she should walk away or stick around to see the damage. Just as the nurse angled the wheelchair toward the corridor, the heavy double doors of the waiting room swung wide open. A woman stepped through. Her sharp gaze swept the room, instantly locking onto my pale face. She crossed the floor in quick, confident strides, crouched in front of my wheelchair, and placed a warm, steady hand over mine. "Elle, I'm here." Aunt Corinne. The second Mrs. Kensington recognized the woman kneeling in front of me, her arrogant mask completely shattered. The blood drained from her face. Her lips moved uselessly for a second. "Ms... Ms. Sterling?" Aunt Corinne didn't even spare her a glance. Behind her, Valerie squeezed her thermos, her usual act completely failing her. For the first time today, she was speechless. Aunt Corinne rose to her full height. She turned to the nurse holding my wheelchair. "Is the Head of Obstetrics in the building? Page them here immediately." The nurse hesitated. Aunt Corinne didn't argue. She simply pulled a sleek business card from her tailored coat and held it out. The nurse read the name, her eyes widened, and she took off running. Slowly, Aunt Corinne turned around. She finally let her gaze settle on Mrs. Kensington. "Mrs. Kensington. If you ever breathe the same air as my niece again, you will find out exactly what it means to be ruined." ### Chapter 5 "Both heartbeats are stable. But absolutely no more emotional spikes." The Head of Obstetrics delivered the verdict while Aunt Corinne stood by the bed, her arms crossed tight over her chest. "Elle," Aunt Corinne said, her voice smooth and unbothered. "Your flight is the day after tomorrow. Do we need to push it back?" "No." "Good. I've already cleared everything with the obstetrics team in Vancouver. You'll head straight to the apartment the second you land." I gave a single nod. Aunt Corinne dragged a chair over and sat. She reached into her bag, pulled out a stack of documents, and slid them across the tray table. "From the lawyers. Full custody and last name change for the babies. Sign this, and legally, they sever all ties with the Kensington family." I didn't hesitate. I flipped to the last page, picked up the pen, and signed my name. She scooped up the papers and walked over to the window, pulling out her phone. Her voice stayed low, but the keywords drifted over the sterile hospital air. Withdraw all capital. Terminate the partnerships. Effective immediately. She made one call after another. When she finally hung up and turned back, her expression hadn't shifted a fraction of an inch. "We were co-investing in a few of the Kensingtons' projects. Not anymore. I just pulled the funding." "Aunt Corinne, you don't have to—" "I'm not doing this to get back at them," she cut in. "It's about making a clean break. You're done with the Kensingtons, which means my money doesn't sit in their accounts. It's a rational business decision." I let it go. There was nothing left to say. Maeve showed up later that afternoon. She froze in the doorway when she spotted Aunt Corinne, offering a stiff, polite "Ms. Sterling," before sliding into the chair next to my bed. She dropped a plastic bag of oranges onto the nightstand. "I looked into it," she said, dropping her voice to a near-whisper. "Valerie didn't just get back two months ago. She flew back six months ago. She's been staying in a Kensington-owned apartment." Maeve paused. "Mrs. Kensington set it up." Six months ago. Right around the time I found out I was pregnant. "She moved into their place the second she landed?" "Handled directly by Mrs. Kensington," Maeve nodded grimly. "Mrs. Kensington's entire attitude toward you flipped the moment you got pregnant. And Valerie popped up next to Theron right around the exact same time." I leaned back against the pillows. The pieces finally clicked into place. It was never about astrological incompatibility. It was never about a bad fortune. It was about Valerie. Mrs. Kensington wanted her son with Valerie, and my babies and I were the obstacles standing in the way. The fortune-telling was a cheap cover story. Valerie was the root of it all. Aunt Corinne, who had been listening quietly by the window, only said one thing. "Elle. Pack your things. We're discharging you tomorrow, and we fly out the day after." "Okay." My phone buzzed on the sheets. Theron. "Heard you went to the hospital. What's wrong? Did my mom go looking for you again?" A minute later, another text. "Which hospital? I'm on my way." I didn't reply. My screen lit up with an incoming call from him. I hit decline and tossed the phone aside. Ten minutes later, one more text. "Don't stoop to my mom's level. She just speaks without thinking." Speaks without thinking. Pulling out a checkbook in the middle of a crowded obstetrics department, trying to buy an abortion in front of dozens of people. Speaks without thinking. Maeve glanced at the glowing screen, let out a harsh scoff, and looked away. We checked out the next morning. Aunt Corinne's car idled right at the hospital entrance. I walked through the sliding glass doors, my overnight bag in hand. The morning sun was blinding. And there was Theron's car, blocking the entrance to the parking lot. The second he spotted me, he threw his door open and jogged over. His eyes darted straight to my stomach before snapping up to my face. "Are you okay? Why weren't you picking up your phone?" "There was nothing to talk about." "I yelled at my mom last night. What she did was out of line." "Yeah." "Just come home with me, okay? I swear to God she won't bother you again." "I'm not going back." "Elara, what exactly is it going to take for you to just sit down and talk to me?" he snapped, his frustration boiling over. The back door of the town car swung open. Aunt Corinne stepped out and planted herself right behind me. Theron stared at her, not placing her face. "And who is this?" Aunt Corinne didn't bother with an introduction. She gave him a cold, sweeping glance, then looked at me. "Get in the car." "Hold on a second." Theron reached out, trying to grab my arm. "Look me in the eye and tell me where you're going." "She doesn't report to you," Aunt Corinne deadpanned. Theron's brow furrowed. It was probably the first time in his life anyone had spoken to him like that. "Are you her family? Look, whatever is going on between Elara and me—" "There is nothing between you and Elle anymore," Aunt Corinne cut him off flatly. "She dumped you. She's raising these kids on her own, and they have absolutely nothing to do with the Kensington family. The fact that I haven't come after your mother for waving a checkbook around to force an abortion means I'm already being generous." All the color drained from Theron's face. "Paid her for an abortion? My mom did what?" "You didn't know?" Aunt Corinne looked at him with sheer pity. "There's a lot you don't know." She yanked the car door open. I slid into the back seat. The engine purred to life. As the car pulled away from the curb, I watched Theron in the rearview mirror. He was frozen in place, bathed in the blinding sunlight, looking like a man who had just taken a bullet and hadn't felt the pain yet. He shrank into the distance, smaller and smaller, until he vanished completely. I sank back into the plush leather, resting a hand gently over my stomach. "Once we get there," Aunt Corinne said softly, staring straight ahead, "you just focus on taking care of yourself." "I will."

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💔He said I was different. For seven years, I believed him—changed my major, bled for his company, even drank until my stomach burned. I thought our future was certain. Then I learned about Tessa. The woman he once played "the other man" for. The one he secretly met the night I nearly died from alcohol poisoning. Now she’s here, taking the promotion he promised me, sitting in the office I designed, welcomed with a party where he holds her close. At her welcome dinner, he made me drink three glasses straight. My stomach twisted, but his eyes were cold. Seven years of love, and I couldn’t even get one second of his mercy.👑 ******* They said every man had a girl he loved but could never have. But Aurelia Corin always thought Cassian Locke was different. After all, they'd been together for a long time and had a strong bond. Too bad it seemed like no man could escape that fate. And Cassian was no exception. Aurelia had been with Cassian since she was eighteen. It had been seven whole years. They had spent more than two thousand days and nights together, doing everything a couple could do. Yet, she could never compete with the memory of a girl Cassian had only seen once in his youth. It was kind of funny, really. She had spent seven years with Cassian and still couldn't see what was truly in his heart. So she wondered just how much he truly loved that woman, if he was willing to keep that other woman a secret in his heart for so long. Aurelia's mind drifted off, and Cassian, who was working hard on top of her, was not happy about it. He thrust harder, a warning for her to pay attention. Cassian was always rough in bed. During one wild movement, he accidentally knocked over a black silk box on the nightstand. He quickly caught it before it could fall on Aurelia. He had never seen it before, so for once, he was curious. "What's this?" he asked. Aurelia casually took the box from him and tossed it aside. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips brushing the skin of his throat. "How can you get distracted at a time like this? Are you getting tired of me?" Cassian couldn't resist her, and he instantly forgot about the box. As Cassian lost himself in her, Aurelia turned her head to look at the forgotten black box. Her eyes welled up. 'Cassian, you will never know what's inside this box,' she thought to herself. ***** A month earlier, Honoria Capital had successfully gone public. Cassian's friends threw a small party to celebrate. Aurelia dressed up beautifully. She was planning to propose to Cassian at the party. Proposing was supposed to be the man's job. But Aurelia loved Cassian so much that she was willing to put aside her pride and ask him to marry her. No one knew she had been waiting for this day for seven years. Cassian was focused on his career, so Aurelia changed her major in college to finance, a subject she didn't even like, just for him. After graduating, she turned down an offer from a top university abroad and went to work for Cassian at Honoria Capital. She started as an entry-level clerk and worked her way up, step by step, to become his executive secretary. Only Aurelia knew how hard it had been. When their love felt strongest, Aurelia had wanted to ask Cassian if he would marry her so many times. But in the end, she always held back. Her mother often said that one should never have to ask for gifts or for love. What was given freely was special; what one had to ask for was just charity. Besides, Cassian wasn't the type of man to talk about his feelings. And in all these years, Aurelia was the only woman by his side. There was never anyone else. Aurelia thought it was only natural that they would end up together. For that future, she had fought tooth and nail for Honoria Capital over the years. She couldn't even remember how many times she had ended up in the hospital from drinking too much for her work. One time, she almost died on the operating table from alcohol poisoning combined with a miscarriage. Her best friend, Mia, asked her, "After a trip to death's door, do you regret it? Is it worth it to make yourself this miserable for a man?" Aurelia nodded without a second of doubt. "It's worth it." Mia gave her a nickname—the warrior fighting for love. She said she hoped Aurelia wouldn't lose this battle of love. Back then, Aurelia had confidently told Mia that Cassian would never let her lose. That belief kept her going until Honoria Capital went public. No one knew that on that day, Aurelia locked herself in her room and cried her eyes out. After she was done crying, she wiped her tears and started planning a surprise proposal for Cassian. She had to. Cassian was too busy. Now that Honoria Capital was a public company, he had so many projects to manage. He was busy celebrating with family, friends, and business partners. He definitely didn't have time to think about his relationship with Aurelia. So, Aurelia decided to make the first move and take one more task off his plate. Even though she had prepared herself, when the moment finally came, Aurelia was incredibly nervous. She stood outside the door, trying to calm her breathing and rubbing her trembling hands. She was afraid she would start choking on her tears before she could even get out the proposal speech she knew by heart. Inside, the party was in full swing. Someone asked loudly, "Cassian, are you still in touch with Tessa?" "Tessa? Isn't she Cassian's first love? Why bring her up all of a sudden?" asked another. "I heard she is moving back to the country." "Does that mean Cassian can finally get back with her?" Aurelia's hands, which had been shaking with excitement, suddenly stopped. "Seriously, Tessa's father has been doing great in politics these past few years. If Cassian marries her, it would be a huge help to him and to Honoria Capital. Plus, they look good together and come from similar powerful families," someone said. "And she's his first love. He'd have it all—love and a successful career," added Jasper Quinn, Cassian's childhood friend. He always said he and Cassian were close, so there was no reason to doubt his words. Hearing that Cassian had a first love sent a sharp, sudden pain through Aurelia's heart. "Then what about Aurelia?" someone asked. "I mean, she's been with Cassian for so many years. She's put in the time and effort, right?" Jasper brushed it off. "Just give her some money to send her away. If he really likes her that much, he can always keep her as a mistress after he gets married." That was normal for the people Jasper hung around with. Most of them had wives at home and other women on the side. Outside the door, Aurelia's fists were clenched so tight her fingers had gone numb. She desperately needed to hear Cassian's answer. She hoped he would immediately shut them down, telling everyone that he loved Aurelia and that she was the one he was going to marry. But she waited and waited, and all she heard was Cassian's casual voice. "Since when did you guys get so nosy?" He didn't argue. He didn't deny it. It sounded more like he was silently agreeing with them. "You're right. On a great night like this, let's talk about something exciting. I was about to fall asleep," Jasper said, sitting up from the couch to liven things up. He was a total player who changed girlfriends fast, and he was always into some new game. He called out to the group, "Let's play a confession game. Everyone says the craziest thing they've ever done. How about it?" Someone shared something shocking. "Had sex in a vehicle." Jasper rolled his eyes. "What's so crazy about that?" The person added, "I mean, on a high-speed train." The whole room erupted in cheers and whistles. "Wow, you've got some stories, man." Jasper excitedly turned to Cassian, who was sitting nearby, looking bored. "Cassian, what about you? What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" Cassian seemed to think for a few seconds before he said, "Being the other man for love." The room exploded. This was Cassian. The heir to one of Ashmont's richest families. He could have any woman he wanted. He wouldn't do something like that unless he was truly in love. Jasper's reaction was the loudest, his voice carrying through the door and slicing into Aurelia's chest. "It was for Tessa, right? I knew you were still in love with her! "Back then, you liked Tessa, but Tessa liked Gideon, so you became the other man for her. Cassian, man, you really fight for the one you love!" The sound of their cheering and laughter was like buckets of ice-cold water being dumped over Aurelia's head, chilling her to the bone. Her stomach churned, and she felt so sick that she slowly squatted down. Jasper was still talking. He asked, "Cassian, be honest. Did you meet up with Tessa on October 10th?" Cassian asked him, "How did you know?" "She posted on Instagram that day. She said that reunions were the most romantic thing in the world. I figured it had to be you," Jasper said with a playful wink. "So, did anything happen that night? Did you guys sleep together?" .............................................................................. Jasper just wouldn't stop gossiping. The other people in the room kept cheering and making noise. It was loud. Aurelia couldn't make out what Cassian said. All she could feel was a sharp, twisting pain in her stomach. But that pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. October 10th—that was the day she had alcohol poisoning and suffered a miscarriage. While she'd been lying there alone, fighting for her life, Cassian was with his old flame. "Ms. Corin, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" A passing waitress was frightened by the sight of Aurelia squatting on the floor, her face as pale as a ghost. Aurelia asked the waitress to call an ambulance for her. As she lay in the ambulance, sweating from the pain, a call came from Cassian. Any other time, no matter how tired or sleepy she was, she would have answered his call right away. But today, she was in so much pain that she didn't want anything or anyone—not even Cassian. ***** Aurelia stayed in the hospital for five days with severe stomach inflammation. It was caused by not recovering properly after the alcohol poisoning and miscarriage. During her time in the hospital, Cassian never once tried to contact her—not even a single text message. Maybe, from the very beginning, she had never really mattered in Cassian's world. It was just that she had never noticed it before. On Monday, Aurelia went back to the office. Her assistant, Miranda, came to her with some secret gossip. "Aurelia, have you heard? Our company is bringing in a woman from the outside straight into a top position. A woman." "Seriously?" Aurelia frowned. She doubted it. Cassian was always extremely strict when it came to hiring. Even Aurelia herself had started as an intern at the very bottom. The company had never placed an outside hire directly into a senior role before. But Miranda insisted, "It's true. I even saw the official letter signed by Mr. Locke. He's appointing her as the director of Strategic Division Three." Aurelia's heart skipped a beat. That was the position Cassian had promised her. Everyone in the company had seen how Aurelia had worked herself to the bone for Honoria Capital all these years. According to the company's rules for promotion, Aurelia was more than qualified to be a director and lead her own projects. But Cassian had told her he was used to her being his secretary and couldn't find anyone to replace her. That was why she had stayed in the secretarial department. He had also told her he would always keep the director position of Strategic Division Three open for her. He said that once Honoria Capital went public, he would personally sign the papers to promote her. "Is that so?" Aurelia asked, trying to sound calm as her eyelid twitched nervously. "What's her name?" "I think it was Tessa something." Miranda had only glanced at the paper and didn't get a clear look. Aurelia's fingertips trembled. The cup in her hand fell to the floor, and hot water splashed everywhere. Miranda jumped. "Aurelia, did you get burned?" "No." Aurelia shook her head. The water wasn't that hot, but she felt a burning pain that was much worse. "Tessa Rowe," she said, finishing the name. Miranda was confused. "What?" Aurelia took a deep breath. "The person's name is Tessa Rowe. The new director of Strategic Division Three." "Oh, right! That's the name. Aurelia, do you know her?" Miranda asked. "No." Aurelia picked up her cup and went to get more water. The news of the new hire spread through the company quickly. Many people came to Aurelia to ask if it was true. Aurelia grew tired of giving the same answers. Her patience wore out, and she finally snapped. "If you're all so curious, why don't you just go ask Mr. Locke yourselves?" she shouted. As her voice faded, the entire office fell silent for a few seconds. Then, a soft female voice sounded. "Cassian, your employees seem to have quite a temper." Aurelia looked toward the source of the voice, and her eyes stung at the sight of a man and a woman standing side by side. It was the first time she had seen Cassian in days. His eyes passed over her, cold and distant, as he introduced the woman next to him to everyone. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Ms. Rowe, the new director of Strategic Division Three. From now on, she will be in charge of all projects for that division." Everyone greeted Tessa one by one. Tessa looked gentle and smiled warmly at everyone. "I look forward to working with all of you." She even brought small gifts for everyone. Cassian stood beside her, helping her carry the bag. Aurelia let out a bitter, self-deprecating smile. In the past, when she and Cassian went anywhere together, she was the one running around carrying everything. He never offered to help. But when it came to Tessa, he was the one carrying things for her. She knew then that there really was a difference between being loved and not being loved. Tessa also gave Aurelia a small gift: a cartoon mouse pad and wrist rest set. "Oh, what a coincidence. They match," Tessa said, surprised as she looked at the set already on Aurelia's desk. Then she turned back to Cassian. "Cassian, it looks like you two have the same taste." She smiled apologetically at Aurelia. "Cassian helped me pick out all these little gifts. I had no idea they would match. If you mind, I can get you something else later." "No need to trouble yourself. I don't mind," Aurelia said, accepting the gift. Cassian then ordered her, "Ms. Corin, show Ms. Rowe around and help her get familiar with the office." Aurelia had no reason to refuse. One of the rules in the Honoria Capital secretary's handbook was that the president's orders came first. She could see that Tessa had a great personality. She was polite and gentle with everyone she spoke to. And her looks were flawless—she had a perfect face. After all, if she was the woman Cassian still couldn't get over, she obviously had to be someone special. After Aurelia gave her a tour, Tessa said she wanted to see her new office. That office had just been finished two weeks ago. Aurelia had personally supervised the decoration. The furniture and layout were all designed exactly to Aurelia's own taste. She had looked forward to sitting in that office more than anyone—just as she had always longed to marry Cassian. But now, she ended up with neither love nor her career. "I love the style of this office. It feels warmer than I imagined. And it's very close to Cassian's office," Tessa said, looking very pleased. She was eager to share her happiness with Cassian, so she left Aurelia and hurried next door to find him. Aurelia stood alone in the office, feeling like a joke. Looking around the office she had so carefully designed, she felt her chest tighten, as if something were crushing her heart. She couldn't breathe. ***** The midday weekly meeting was the most important meeting of the week at Honoria Capital. It was the time when everyone in the company was on high alert. No one dared to be late, and Aurelia was no exception. But Tessa was. Even though she was just a new employee, she dared to break a rule that Cassian himself had set. Aurelia thought Cassian would be angry. At the very least, he should scold Tessa a little. But he said nothing. He didn't even say a single harsh word. He just calmly told Aurelia to pass out the meeting documents. In that moment, Aurelia felt a little dazed. She suddenly remembered when she was an intern. She had once been late to the meeting because she had a fever from the flu, and Cassian had called her out and criticized her in front of the whole company. He had completely forgotten that she had caught the flu from taking care of him when he was sick. Afterward, she had felt wronged and complained to him. Cassian explained that the company was just starting out, and he had to set a firm rule—to make an example of someone to warn the others. And she had been the one he used to show everyone he was serious. She told herself it wasn't personal; Cassian was just being professional. Now, years later, this scene was like a loud slap across Aurelia's face. She finally understood that Cassian could mix business with his personal life. It was just that she wasn't the person he would do it for. There was a difference between people—just like the difference between being loved and not being loved. .............................................................................. When Aurelia finished passing out the documents and turned around, Tessa was already seated. But she was sitting in the seat that Aurelia usually took. Aurelia froze for a second and was about to say something. But then she heard Cassian say, "From now on, you sit over there." Tessa smiled apologetically at Aurelia. "I'm new to the company and have a lot to learn from Cassian, so it's more convenient if I sit closer to him." Since Cassian had spoken, Aurelia had no room to argue. She silently gathered her files and laptop and moved to a seat in the corner. During this, no one else in the meeting room dared to say a word. But Aurelia could clearly feel their eyes on her, filled with pity. And that pity just made her skin crawl. Halfway through the meeting, Cassian questioned one of the projects. "Why hasn't this project been started yet? Who's in charge of it?" he asked. His voice was harsh. Anyone who knew him knew that he was about to get angry. The entire office held its breath. In the tense silence, Aurelia stood up. "I'm in charge of it." Cassian shot her a cold look, his tone incredibly severe. "Explain." "I'm sorry. I was sick the past few days, which delayed the project's progress—" Before she could even finish, Cassian cut in, "That's no excuse. I've said it before. No one is allowed to let their personal matters affect their work. That's the rule." Aurelia didn't argue anymore. She just said, "I'll catch up on the work." Only then was Cassian satisfied. Before the meeting ended, Cassian invited everyone to the welcome party he was hosting for Tessa at the West Legacy Club that evening. He wanted all of them to come and have fun. The West Legacy Club was the most exclusive and expensive club in all of Ashmont. His invitation was a huge gesture that showed just how much he valued Tessa. It made everyone else in the company see Tessa in a new light. Even Miranda, who was not the brightest, could tell something was wrong. As she helped Aurelia clean up the conference room, she quietly asked, "Aurelia, are you okay?" She was one of the few people who had a vague idea about Aurelia and Cassian's relationship. Aurelia's voice was calm enough. "I'm fine." "But you look a little pale," Miranda said, very worried. Aurelia touched her own face. "Is it that obvious?" Miranda nodded hard. "Very obvious." "My stomach is acting up. You know, it's an old problem," Aurelia said, making up a quick excuse. "Are you going to the welcome party tonight?" Miranda asked. Aurelia thought for a moment and said, "I think I'll skip it. Can you tell Mr. Locke for me?" Cassian had invited the entire company to welcome Tessa. With so many people attending, Aurelia felt that her presence wouldn't matter. She thought that the Cassian of today probably wouldn't even notice she was gone. It made no difference whether she went or not. "That's probably for the best. You should go home early and rest. Taking care of your health is what's important," Miranda told her. Even Miranda could see that she wasn't well. But Cassian, the man who used to share her bed and secrets, hadn't noticed a thing. In the past, Aurelia could lie to herself and say Cassian was just focused on his career, and that was why he didn't notice these small details. But now, it seemed she couldn't lie to herself anymore. As if on cue, her stomach started to hurt again. But she still had a lot of work to do, so she could only take painkillers to ease the pain. She pushed through until the end of the workday. The moment Aurelia got home, she curled up on the bed, without even the strength to lift a finger. A wave of complete exhaustion, both physical and mental, washed over her. After curling up for a long time, her body started to feel a little better, and she felt sleepy. Aurelia thought that maybe a good night's sleep would make her feel better. But just as she fell asleep, she was woken up by a phone call. That ringtone was the one she had set just for Cassian. The sound that used to make her so happy now felt like torture. She didn't want to answer. She let the phone ring. She knew Cassian had no patience. If she didn't pick up, he wouldn't call a second time. But this time, Cassian broke his own rule. She didn't answer, and he called again. At this point, it was no longer okay to ignore it. "Mr. Locke, is there something you need?" Aurelia answered, her voice distant and cold—not like before. Cassian frowned and looked at his screen to make sure he had called the right number. Then he asked, "Where are you?" "I'm not feeling well, so I won't be coming. I hope you all have a great time," Aurelia said and was about to hang up. But then she heard Tessa's voice from the other end of the line. She was asking Cassian, "Is Ms. Corin not coming? Cassian, does she not like me?" Then Cassian warned her in an extremely cold voice, "Aurelia, don't act so high and mighty. Everyone is here except you. Are you trying to show everyone how different you are?" Aurelia tried to explain, "I—" "You have twenty minutes. If you're not here, you don't have to bother coming to the office ever again!"Cassian cut her off and hung up the phone. Aurelia listened to the dial tone and suddenly felt like laughing. She couldn't believe that just for missing a welcome party, Cassian would get so angry that he would threaten to fire her. She suddenly didn't understand what all her years of hard work and sweat meant. She didn't know what the point was of the severe stomach problems she got from drinking so much to close deals for him. ***** When Aurelia arrived at the West Legacy Club, the private room was buzzing with excitement. Jasper was loudly cheering, daring Cassian and Tessa to drink with their arms linked. Cassian's voice was soft and indulgent, nothing like the cold tone he had used on the phone. "Oh, come on. Don't mess around." "Cassian, you're no fun. When we're out to party, you have to let loose. We all did it. Is it fair if you don't?" Jasper winked. Before Cassian could answer, Tessa picked up her glass and confidently invited him, "Cassian, it's just a game. Play along, okay? Don't make me look bad." With everyone watching in anticipation, Cassian picked up his cup. At the exact moment Tessa linked her arm with his, Cassian's eyes met Aurelia's at the doorway. They locked eyes for a brief second before Cassian coolly looked away, moving closer to Tessa and raising his cup. Jasper pulled out his phone to take a picture to gossip with his friends later. In his excitement, he accidentally bumped into Tessa. "Be careful." The two of them were standing very close. Cassian instinctively reached out and caught Tessa. She fell right into his arms. The atmosphere in the room seemed to hit its peak at that moment. From where Aurelia was standing, the two of them looked like a couple in a loving embrace. At that moment, she didn't know if it was because she was numb, but she didn't feel any pain in her heart. However, her stomach was churning violently. Just then, a gasp cut through the lively noise in the room. It was Miranda. She saw Aurelia standing at the door and couldn't help but cry out, "Aurelia, you came? I thought you weren't feeling well. Why aren't you at home resting?" Her concern felt so out of place with the party atmosphere. Tessa looked up from Cassian's arms and smiled. "Ms. Corin, you're here! Come on in. We were waiting for you." "Sorry, something held me up," Aurelia said as she walked into the room, managing to look calm. Jasper, however, felt a strange sense of guilt, as if he had taken things a little too far. He was about to try to explain, but then Cassian said with a cold expression, "Shouldn't the one who's late make up for it with three drinks?" The mere mention of alcohol made Aurelia's stomach tighten, a sharp pain rolling through her like rough waves in a storm. .............................................................................. The moment Miranda heard there'd be drinking, she tensed up. "No. Aurelia isn't feeling well. She can't drink." Miranda had been there the night Aurelia was hospitalized for alcohol poisoning. What she saw that night had burned itself into her memory. The doctor had even said that if they'd gotten there any later, Aurelia might not have made it. Jasper didn't take it well. "You're underestimating Aurelia, aren't you? Everyone knows she can hold her liquor. Remember when she went north with Cassian to close that deal? She drank two full rounds with twenty people and was totally fine. "What's the problem now? Three glasses too much for her? Is she playing favorites? Or is she trying to disrespect Tessa?" Tessa quickly stepped in, not wanting things to get tense. "Jasper, don't make it difficult for Ms. Corin." But Jasper didn't back off. "How am I making it difficult?" He turned to Cassian. "Cassian, am I?" Cassian lifted his eyes, his expression unreadable. His gaze swept across Aurelia's face, and a cold smile curved his lips. "No." That was all Jasper needed to hear. "See? Even Cassian says I'm not. Tessa, you're just too softhearted—unlike Aurelia. She's a veteran in the business world. She knows exactly how to dodge trouble and still get what she wants." Aurelia didn't respond to his taunts. She just looked at Cassian, as if searching for something—anything—in his eyes. It was like clinging to one last, fragile hope before giving up completely. She was waiting for him to step in, to say something, even something as small as "that's enough" or "cut it out." But Cassian didn't say a word. His eyes stayed cold and distant. Something inside Aurelia broke then. It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her, snuffing out the last flicker of warmth in her heart. She smiled faintly, almost dazed, then bent down to pick up a glass from the table. Her voice was steady. "I'm sorry. I forgot the rules. I'll drink." Over the years, she'd learned all kinds of tricks to survive drinking parties—eating beforehand, drinking milk or yogurt, taking slow, careful sips. Those tricks had always gotten her through. But tonight, she didn't use any of them. She just lifted the glass again and again and swallowed the liquor straight down. The burn hit her instantly, searing her throat and nose, twisting the cramps in her already aching stomach into sharp pain. Still, she calmly raised the empty glass toward Cassian. "I'm done. Can I go now, Mr. Locke?" She couldn't tell whether Cassian nodded or not—because she didn't wait to find out. Aurelia turned and walked out. Her stomach was in knots, and she was terrified she'd throw up before she even made it to the bathroom. She barely made it to the restroom before collapsing over the toilet, vomiting until she was dizzy and lightheaded. In a bleak sort of way, she was thankful that she'd taken stomach medicine before drinking; it wasn't anything that would react badly with alcohol. Otherwise, she would probably be in a hospital bed right now. No one was born a heavy drinker. Before joining Honoria Capital, Aurelia hadn't touched a single drop. The first time she'd gone to a business dinner with Cassian, they'd run into a client who insisted Cassian drink to show sincerity. But Cassian was allergic to alcohol. He couldn't have any. So Aurelia stepped in and volunteered to drink for him. It was her first time ever drinking. One glass had made her cough and choke. Still, thinking about how hard Cassian had worked for that opportunity, she forced it down, no matter how much it burned. That was the first deal she'd ever helped Cassian win. He'd told her she was the hero of Honoria Capital and that when they made it big, he wanted to share all the glory with her. For that promise, for that imagined future, Aurelia never let Cassian drink again. Every time there was a business dinner, she drank in his place. One glass at a time, she built up her tolerance. But now, seven years later, the armor she'd built protecting him had become the weapon he used to defend the woman he truly loved. It hurt—but it also made everything perfectly clear. When Aurelia left the West Legacy Club, rain was pouring down. The late autumn rain had come out of nowhere. Her stomach still felt raw, and her face had gone completely pale. She pulled out her phone to call a car, but Cassian's driver spotted her and jogged over. "Ms. Corin, is the party over? Where's Mr. Locke? Didn't he come out with you?" "No, he'll probably stay a while longer," she said softly, her voice faint and distant. The party inside was still lively. With a beautiful woman in his arms, Cassian probably wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. The driver glanced toward the entrance, then back at her pale face, and made up his mind. "Ms. Corin, why don't I drive you home first? It's late, and it's raining—it'll be tough to get a car." Aurelia didn't refuse. She really felt awful and didn't want to push herself anymore. But halfway home, Cassian's call came through. He asked the driver where he was. The driver told him honestly that Aurelia wasn't feeling well, and since it might take a while, he was driving her home first. Cassian's cold, angry voice came through over the speaker. "Do you remember who pays your salary?" The driver flinched in panic. "I'll come back for you right away, sir." Before hanging up, Cassian's tone suddenly softened, the coldness gone as if it had never been there. "The car will be here soon. It's cold—wait inside." Then came Tessa's gentle voice. "Then wait with me, Cassian." Aurelia didn't hear Cassian's reply. The call cut off. The driver looked awkward, clearly unsure what to do. Aurelia said quietly, "Wesley, just drop me off on the side of the road. I'll call a car myself." The road ahead was empty—no taxis, no shelter from the rain. Wesley's guilt showed on his face. Before she got out, he handed her an umbrella. Tonight had been nothing but bad luck for her, but for once, it felt like fate finally had a little mercy. Not long after she stepped out into the rain, another car happened to drive by. Even so, the next day, Aurelia came down with a fever. Her body was still weak from the miscarriage, and her stomach issues kept coming back. Her immune system was shot—she couldn't even handle a little wind or rain. But she had a meeting that day with Caleb Morgan from NexPath Group to discuss the same project that Cassian had called her out for in the meeting. If she postponed again, she didn't know what kind of passive-aggressive remarks Cassian would throw her way. Aurelia glanced at the thermometer. Her temperature wasn't dangerously high, just high enough to make her feel miserable. She could have taken some fever medicine, but Caleb was known for being a heavy drinker who liked to talk business over a bottle. So she shoved the medicine back into the drawer, grabbed her files, and left the office without looking back. ***** Aurelia had just ordered the food and drinks when Caleb arrived. Seeing that everything on the table was his favorite, Caleb grinned. "Ms. Corin, are you sure you won't reconsider? Come work for me at NexPath Group. Name your salary." "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Morgan, but my contract with Honoria Capital isn't up yet. I don't plan to leave for now." That was always Aurelia's answer. Her talent and results spoke for themselves. Plenty of people in the industry admired her and tried to poach her. Once, a client had gotten drunk and tried to recruit her right in front of Cassian. Cassian hadn't said a word then—but that night, he'd been ruthlessly rough with her in bed. In the end, Aurelia had to sign a long-term contract with Honoria Capital just to calm him down.

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It was 3am in the morning when my husband, Marcus, and I woke up to a loud noise coming from downstairs ***CLANG*** We both froze in silence as we heard footsteps coming from below Marcus told me to stay put and call 911, then he grabbed a baseball bat from under the bed and headed downstairs I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and quickly dialed 911 I whispered to the operator that someone had broken into our home and my husband had gone to confront them That’s when I heard it… A loud crash followed by the sound of a struggle My heart was pounding hard in my chest I wanted to scream but the operator advised me to stay quiet Suddenly Marcus let out a yell and I heard footsteps running out the back door And just like that, everything went quiet I called Marcus but he didn’t answer I called his name again, louder this time… still no response The operator instructed me to remain upstairs and wait for help to arrive, but I couldn’t Something must have happened to Marcus I summoned all my courage and slowly got out of bed I remember trembling as I walked downstairs and into the kitchen The whole place was a mess And then I found him… My husband was laid out on the floor, hands clutching his chest, face twisted in agony His eyes were bloodshot and wide open… And he was making this horrible, wheezing sound I screamed and ran to his side The operator asked me what I saw and I told her my husband was on the floor and had been injured… She asked me if I heard a gunshot and I said no, the robber must have used a knife… Then she asked me to calm down and apply pressure on the wound. An ambulance was already on the way… I asked my husband where he was hurt but he only let out a low groan in response… I quickly put my phone on speaker and set it to the side… Then I frantically searched my husband’s body for the site of the wound… I even tore open his shirt to look at his chest… But there was no blood… I turned him over looking for a cut, a bruise… anything… But again, there was NOTHING… And yet my husband was still lying there on the floor, groaning like he was dying… I grabbed my phone and told the operator I couldn’t find any wound… Then she asked if he was still breathing… He was, but barely… She told me the ambulance was almost there… I sat there on the floor beside my husband, with no idea what to do… So I prayed and begged God to save his life. I don’t even remember how long we waited… But then I heard it… the sound of sirens coming towards my house… I felt a wave of relief wash over me… But then I heard a knock on the front door… “POLICE, OPEN UP”... My heart sank… Marcus needed a doctor not a cop… Yet I ran to the door to let them in. Two of them saw Marcus and immediately dropped to their knees and started CPR, while the other two cleared the house… Then the paramedics arrived and took over… As I went to stand in the corner, feeling completely useless while strangers tried to save my husband’s life, one of the officers approached me and took my statement Suddenly, the lead paramedic shouted that they had to move him immediately. They lifted him onto a stretcher and moved towards the front door I watched my husband, the strongest man I know, bouncing helplessly on that stretcher. They wheeled him out into the driveway, with the red and white emergency lights flashing against our house. The neighbors were already out on their porches, watching in silence. Then I climbed into the back of the ambulance, squeezing into the small corner seat while the EMTs hooked him up to more machines. The ride to the hospital was the longest 12 minutes of my life. Someone shouted for a trauma team. They rushed him down the bright white hallway, a swarm of doctors and nurses instantly surrounding him, shouting medical codes I didn’t understand. I tried to run after them, to hold his hand, but a nurse stepped firmly in front of me. She told me I had to wait there and let them work. And just like that, he disappeared behind the swinging double doors. The next four hours were a blur of fluorescent lights and freezing cold air in the ER waiting room. Finally, the double doors swung open. A doctor in blue scrubs came out. He was an older black man with a grey beard named Dr. Quintavius Carter. I stood up, shaking…knowing that the next words that would come out of his mouth would determine if I could burst into tears or breathe a sigh of relief. He told me Marcus was stable. I immediately let out a sigh of relief. But he continued with a serious expression, explaining that it was close. His blood vessels were blocked, and blood couldn’t flow to his heart. He told me that if help had arrived even ten minutes later, we would be having a very different conversation. I immediately asked if he had some kind of heart condition. Dr. Carter looked at me, then looked down at his clipboard, then back at me. He told me it was far from it. He said the only condition my husband had... was being a Black man. I looked at him, completely confused. He asked me to follow him. He led me to a small consultation room and opened my husband’s file. He had run a full panel on Marcus, and his Vitamin D levels were critically low at 7 ng/mL. I didn’t understand what that had to do with his heart. Dr. Carter explained that it had everything to do with it. He told me that every single day, he sees Black men and women come through the ER with heart failure, strokes, and blocked arteries. Most of them are in their 40s and 50s. And every single one of them has a severe Vitamin D deficiency. He explained it was all because of the melanin in our skin. Our melanin is beautiful. It protects us from the sun. But that same melanin blocks about 90% of the UV rays we need to produce Vitamin D naturally. A Black person needs 3 to 5 times more sun exposure than a white person to make the same amount of Vitamin D. He told me grimly that we aren’t getting it, and it is killing us. Dr. Carter then went on to explain that when a Black person’s Vitamin D drops as low as Marcus’s was, two specific things happen that could send you to an early grave. The first thing is inflammation of the blood vessels. He explained that Vitamin D acts like the body’s natural fire extinguisher… It keeps inflammation under control. But without enough of it, the lining of the blood vessels starts getting inflamed. And once those blood vessel walls are inflamed, they start to stiffen. They lose their flexibility. He explained that healthy arteries are supposed to expand and contract with each heartbeat… They’re elastic, like rubber bands. He stretched his hands far apart to demonstrate. And apparently, inflamed arteries can’t expand anymore. They tighten up… Which means, at that point, the heart isn’t just pumping blood through normal, flexible arteries… It’s fighting to force blood through stiff, narrow pipes. It’s like trying to sip through a pinched straw… You have to suck the straw really hard for anything to pass through. And as this happens, your heart is forced to work twice as hard just to push blood through… Which causes high blood pressure, chest pain, and eventually... sudden heart failure. Then he looked at me carefully and told me he understood there was an intruder in our house that night I nodded… He went on to explain that in someone with low Vitamin D levels like Marcus, with arteries already inflamed and stiffened… A sudden spike of adrenaline can act like a match to a fuse and trigger a heart attack He said it was an intruder this time, but it could have been triggered by him walking up a flight of stairs, or carrying groceries, or even just getting excited during a football game. That blockage was a ticking time bomb inside his chest that was ready to go off anytime And according to Dr. Carter… there’s an even more dangerous side to it… It has to do with calcium. He broke it down for me in a way that made my stomach turn. He explained that Vitamin D is like the "Gatekeeper" that lets your body absorb calcium from food. But because Marcus was deficient in Vitamin D, that gate was closed. The problem is, the heart needs calcium to beat. It’s not optional. So when Marcus’s body couldn’t get enough calcium from food because his Vitamin D was so low, it went into panic mode. To keep his heart beating, his body started pulling calcium directly from his bones and releasing it into his bloodstream. So he had all this calcium floating around in his blood with nowhere to go. And this is where it gets deadly. His arteries were already inflamed and damaged from the Vitamin D deficiency. That inflammation had turned the smooth inner walls rough and jagged…like sandpaper instead of glass. In healthy arteries, calcium just flows right past the smooth walls. But in damaged arteries, that floating calcium gets stuck on the rough spots where it settled and builds up layer by layer… And once enough of it builds up, it turns into plaque…and blocks the flow of blood and oxygen to the heart. That was what happened at 3am. That was what almost killed my husband. His arteries were BLOCKED. He told me softly that this is why strokes and heart attacks are the number one killer in our community. Us black folks are walking around with a deficiency that blocks our own arteries. As he said that, it started to make sense. I told Doctor Carter that my mother had heart issues. A few of my uncles too. Everyone just said it was ‘sugar’ or ‘stress’. Nobody ever said it was because of a Vitamin D deficiency. That’s when he explained to me that almost no doctor talks about it… They don’t even teach it in medical school… Mainly because Vitamin D deficiency is something that only really affects us black folks… And the American medical system doesn’t care about us. That’s why we still have black people dealing with things like sickle cell… High blood sugar… It’s also why so many black women die during child birth… The system just isn’t set up to cater to us… He then went on to explain that the only reason he knows about this is because he saw way too many black men and women in their 40s and 50s get brought in for heart emergencies… And many of them didn’t make it… But he’d rarely ever see white folks being rushed in like that for heart problems at that age… So he started to do his own research… combing through scientific journals...listening to Dr Sebi’s old seminars… And that’s when he discovered the link between vitamin D deficiency and sudden heart problems for black people. I asked if my husband just needed to take a Vitamin D pill, mentioning I could get one at CVS on the way home. Dr. Carter shook his head immediately. He warned me not to do that, explaining that taking Vitamin D alone could actually make his heart problem worse. I was shocked. But Dr. Carter explained that flooding his body with Vitamin D supplements would help him absorb more calcium from food, but without something to direct that calcium to his bones, it would just keep floating around in his bloodstream with nowhere to go. It would end up right back where it was before… settling into those rough, damaged artery walls and blocking blood flow. It would make things worse, not better. He told me I needed something to tell the calcium exactly where to go. And that thing is called Vitamin K2. Vitamin K2 acts like a GPS system for calcium. It directs it away from your arteries and towards your bones and teeth, where the calcium belongs. So if you’re going to take a Vitamin D3 supplement, you also NEED to take K2. But Dr. Carter didn’t stop there… He explained that even if you have the Vitamin D (The Gatekeeper) and the K2 (The GPS)... you still also NEED Magnesium. And he went on to explain why. You see, Vitamin D is actually a hormone, not just a vitamin. And when you swallow it, it enters your body in a "dormant" state. Magnesium is the “Ignition Key”. He compared it to a car with a full tank of gas and a perfect steering wheel. If you don’t turn the key, that car isn’t going anywhere. Magnesium is what physically converts Vitamin D from its sleepy form into its active form. Without magnesium, that Vitamin D just sits in your liver, doing absolutely nothing. And beyond Magnesium…You also need MCT oil… At this point, all I could think was “ANOTHER INGREDIENT???” But then he said something that made it all make sense. He asked me if I had ever tried to mix oil and water. I shook my head. He explained that blood is water-based, but Vitamin D is fat-based. They don’t mix. If you just take Vitamin D3 with water, your body will struggle to absorb it. Most of it will just slide right through your digestive system and end up in the toilet. He told me I needed a carrier. MCT Oil acts like a delivery truck. It surrounds the Vitamin D, protects it, and drives it through the gut wall directly into the bloodstream. So, he counted off on his fingers: ✅ MCT Oil delivers the package into the blood. ✅ Magnesium opens the package and turns it on. ✅ Vitamin D opens the gate for calcium. ✅ Vitamin K2 guides that calcium into the bone. He told me I needed all four steps. If I missed one, the whole chain would break. At this point, all I could think was I have to go find these four supplements… But the doc immediately gave me some good news… He explained that there’s a company that puts all those ingredients into one formula that us black folks can take to ramp up our Vitamin D levels and avoid heart failure. He personally takes it and gives it to his parents too. It’s a completely natural blend of Vitamin D3, Vitamin K2, Magnesium Glycinate, and Organic MCT Oil… Then he wrote the name on a piece of paper and handed it to me… It’s called “True Nutra’s D3 + K2”... It’s the only one he found that combines a high therapeutic dose of Vitamin D3, the right form of K2, Magnesium and MCT Coconut Oil into one formula… He warned me it is not sold in stores. I would have to order it online. But he told me this stuff is a godsend for black folks… better than any pharma pill he could recommend for my husband right now. He could prescribe blood thinners and statins to manage the symptoms, but unless we upped his Vitamin D levels correctly… it would happen again and who knows if he would be able to survive next time… And this went for me too… I might have been there for my husband… but he assured me I was also at risk of heart failure… Every black person over 40 is. Because past 40, it’s harder to synthesize Vitamin D in the first place… so while our black skin stops us from getting enough Vitamin D, as you grow older, your body actively works against absorption… So it was important to start taking this immediately to protect myself. Later that evening my husband was discharged but as soon as we got home, I immediately ordered a 3-month supply of True Nutra’s D3 + K2 supplement… I wasn’t taking any chances. The three bottles arrived just two days later…with instructions to take one softgel per day. Marcus and myself incorporated the supplement into our daily routines… And here’s what happened in the first four weeks of taking it; ✅ Week 1: We both started taking one softgel with dinner. I was surprised that there was no bad aftertaste or burping, which I usually get with vitamins. Marcus was still weak, but he was taking them religiously. ✅ Week 2: I noticed Marcus wasn’t needing his afternoon naps anymore. He looked more alert. Personally, I realized the "brain fog" I’d been dealing with for years was lifting. I felt sharper. ✅ Week 3: Marcus told me the "heavy" feeling in his chest…like an elephant was sitting on him…was gone. He was sleeping through the night without tossing and turning. I also felt a surge of energy I hadn’t felt since my 30s. It was like I had deep reservoirs of energy. ✅ Week 4: We went to see Dr. Carter for a follow-up. He ran the labs. Marcus’s Vitamin D levels were up to 48 ng/mL…perfectly optimal. His blood pressure had stabilized. I did my bloodwork too, and mine was 52 ng/mL. The doctor was beaming. Why am I telling you this? It’s because most black people over 40 don't know they are walking time bombs for heart disease because of this silent Vitamin D deficiency… And some of the folks who know may just be taking only Vitamin D, but without K2, Magnesium or MCT… they are driving a car with a gas pedal but no steering wheel. But if you want to ramp up your Vitamin D levels safely and protect yourself from arterial calcification… you need to be taking D3, K2, Magnesium, and MCT together. And as far as I know… True Nutra D3 + K2 is the best way to get all four in the right dosage. 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