Chapter 4

The morning after my panic attack, I arrived at the office early. The building was quiet, most employees wouldn't arrive for another hour. Perfect. I needed privacy for what I was about to do.

I slipped into my office, locking the door behind me. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach—still flat, with no outward sign of the life growing inside. The thought of my pregnancy sent a fresh wave of determination through me.

"Time to see what else you've been hiding, Marcus," I whispered, logging into the company's secure server.

For three hours, I methodically combed through financial statements,…