Part 1
The sterile, jasmine-scented air of the Swedish First Hill maternity wing was supposed to be nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
Charles Burden, CEO of Burden Global Properties, sat in the executive waiting lounge with the restless impatience of a man who believed every room should move at his speed. He checked the face of his Audemars Piguet, adjusted the cuff of his dark tailored suit, and barely looked up from the stream of emails glowing on his phone.
Beside him, Sienna Vance, twenty-four years old and perfumed in Tom Ford Lost Cherry, angled her face toward the light for a selfie. Her glossy mouth tightened into a pout before she lowered the phone and pressed a hand against her stomach.
“Charles, I really think it’s an ulcer,” she said.
“It burns.”
He only grunted, still typing.
Then the calm order of the lobby split open.
A gurney slammed through the double doors. Urgent voices rose over the polished hush of the hospital. Shoes squealed against the floor.
A nurse called for clearance. Another voice snapped out numbers and abbreviations Charles didn’t understand.
“Vitals crashing. PPCM flare-up.
Get her to L and D, stat.”
Charles glanced up with the vague annoyance of a man interrupted.
Then his world stopped.
Sweat-soaked, pale, and gripping her swollen belly with both hands was Evelyn.
His ex-wife.
The polished marble of the lobby suddenly felt like quicksand. Charles Burden’s phone, a three-thousand-dollar slab of titanium and glass, slipped from his fingers and hit the thick carpet with a dull, useless thud.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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