This wasn’t a letter—it was a threat laced in polite cruelty. A veiled blade wrapped in silk.
I looked over at Jennifer, who stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, and offered her a soft, reassuring smile I didn’t feel.
“Please don’t mention this to anyone,” I said, folding the letter carefully. “Especially not Lucian.”
She nodded slowly, and I could see the questions behind her eyes.
But I had no answers yet—only one certainty: Chase had drawn a line in the sand.
And I would do whatever it took to protect my family from the storm that was coming.
My hand trembled as I held the letter, the paper crinkling slightly beneath my fingers.
How did he know I was pregnant?
A sick feeling twisted in my gut. News travelled fast. People knew before I told them, and that must have been how he fo
