you even realize I’m gone.”
I realized.
His assistant, Noah, knew the truth. So did half the executive floor.
Adrian had taken Celeste Marr, our company’s communications director, to a secluded resort in Napa.
Their rooms were charged to the corporate account.
On the second evening, I suddenly developed a serious pregnancy complication.
At first, I tried to convince myself everything would be fine.
Then the pain became impossible to ignore.
I called Adrian seven times.
He never answered.
I texted:
SOMETHING IS WRONG. PLEASE CALL ME.
Three hours later,