Nicole
After ending the call with Weslee, I dragged my exhausted body from the bed.
My limbs felt heavy, protesting after the grueling night shift.
The thought of Dodie pregnant sent a strange mix of emotions through me—joy for my friend, concern for her obvious distress, and something else I couldn't quite name.
I grabbed a piece of bread to quiet my growling stomach, then headed out.
I needed to drop off my proposal at Damien's company before meeting the girls.
The Gatsby Group headquarters towered above the city skyline, its glass facade reflecting the late afternoon sun.
Most employees had left for the day, but lights still glowed from various offices where dedicated staff worked overtime.
Despite being Damien's wife, our marriage wasn't public knowledge, so I
