Anna turned and headed for the café door, never looking back.
The tall guard stepped forward, holding the door open as she stepped outside before falling in step behind her.
Monica stood at the café table frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Her shopping bag lay forgotten at her feet, as she pressed both hands against her pregnant stomach.
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The car ride back to the mansion was a blur of grey streets and swirling thoughts.
Anna sat in the backseat, Monica’s words clanging in her head like loose rocks in a tin can.
How could James, the same man she thought couldn’t hurt a fly, the man who brought her coffee in bed, treated her like a princess, and proposed to her on her twenty-fourth birthday in the very park where they’d had their first picnic and promised her forever, als
