“So... when will you divorce him?” Eric pressed. “You promised you’d leave him after he helped you rebuild the company.”
Through the gap, I saw him wrap an arm around her neck. Their faces were so close their lips were almost touching.
“I know,” she sighed softly. “But it’s not the right time yet. Let’s wait until I’ve taken over all his client accounts. Then I’ll leave.”
And with that, Charlotte kissed him.
Even here, in our own home, she couldn’t hold herself back.
The sounds of their bodies entwined came faintly through the wall—soft at first, but they grew louder.
I walked away and passed the nursery. The baby was sleeping soundly. I stepped closer, leaned down and carefully lifted the tiny human into my arms. He had Charlotte’s eyes.
The little one stirred slightly, curling closer against my chest, but didn’t wake.
I stepped out of the apartment. When I opened the door, a gust of cold wind hit my face, freezing my skin.
Only an hour later, they finally realized the baby was gone.
My phone rang. Charlotte’s furious voice blasted through the receiver.
“Andrew! Where did you take Eric’s baby? Bring her back right now!”
I looked down at the sleeping infant in my arms. His breathing was steady, his long-lashes stayed still.
A faint smile tugged at my lips.
“It’s his baby that’s missing,” I murmured. “Why are you panicking?”
