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PART 5-CHAPTER 187 LUKE

The hum of the blender filled the kitchen as | forced myself to focus on my morning ritual. Protein powder, frozen

berries, almond milk-simple, mindless, efficient. The blender whirred louder, drowning out Francesca's high-

pitched voice as she chatted animatedly with someone on her phone nearby.

She'd somehow moved in when | wasn't paying attention- maybe it was one of those nights | cback too tired

to argue, or maybe during the hours | was on the field, grinding through practice. Now, | had purple throw pillows

on my black leather couch, as if my place was her personal showroom. | had less closet space, and the entire

apartment smelled like her perfume- sickly sweet, the scent lingering like it had seeped into every fiber of my

life.

"God, the way I'm blowing up, you'd think | was already five months along, not five weeks, or was it 6 weeks?

Doesn't matter..." she whined into the phone, sounding more irritated than anything else. "I mean, when's the

last t| even touched a burger? At least | can getlook too big in those photos..."

| clenched my jaw, wishing | could tune her out. The rest of her conversation drifted into the usual spiel: brands,

designers, clothes, each detail as shallow as the next. Every word was like nails on a chalkboard, especially at

seven in the morning. "But hey, guess what?" Francesca said, her voice brightening. "I

talked to Lucas from the agency, and he swears they'll keepon with at least three designers. Just need to

bounce back fast, lose the

baby weight, and I'll be golden." She laughed, a light, almost forced sound that only grated onmore. "They'd

be lucky to haveback with my pre-baby body."

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The blender clicked off, leaving an unbearable silence. | poured my smoothie into a shaker, listening to the ice

cubes clink as | screwed on the lid, keeping my head down, not wanting to

engage.

But, of course, she couldn't letslip out of the kitchen that easily. Francesca lowered her phone and looked at

me, voice dripping with sugar-coated excitement. "Are we going

to that new restaurant launch tonight, babe?" She smirked, holding up her phone like she was already posing.

"We could get a few good photos while I'm still skinny?"

| groaned inwardly, biting down on the frustrated sigh clawing at my throat. | barely managed a nod, just

wanting to get out of there. Was this really my life? | took a long sip from my smoothie, hoping it'd help numb

the gnawing irritation under my skin.

But | had to remind myself why | was here in the first place. | was going to be a father. And as much as Francesca

tested my patience, this wasn't about me. It was about the child | was going to raise-

the one | was determined to love and protect, to be a better father than the one I'd had. I'd do whatever it took

to give this kid a better life, even if that meant swallowing down the urge to walk out whenever Francesca drove

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barrage of designer talk, her words filtered back toagain, like an itch I couldn't scratch. "Yeah, | know," she

said, her voice. lower and serious. | had to choose, and this was the better option. You know that!"

| paused in the doorway, frowning. There was an edge to her tone | couldn't quite place, a sharpness that

lingered in the air. Something that madeturn back.

"Oh, babe. Hold up." Francesca's tone shifted back to honeyed. sweetness as she looked over her shoulder at

me, tilting her head, her phone still clutched in her manicured hand. | spun around, doing my best to keep an

expression that looked interested- or at least neutral. "Yeah? Babe?" | gritted out, the word tasting bitter on my

tongue,

She smiled, that scalculated grin she used on the camera, and leaned forward. "Would you wear that dark

blue shirt I got you? You know, the Marc Jacobs one? You'd look killer in it, babe. It'll match my dress perfectly."

| barely contained the eye-roll that wanted to escape. "Whatever you want..." | mumbled, glancing up at the

ceiling as if it might helpfind spatience. Sacrifice, | told myself. Just a small one. Do it for the kid.

| was halfway down the hallway, smoothie in hand when Francesca's voice drifted towardagain. "Oh, don't

worry, babe, I'll get it. Probably a delivery foranyway," she said as the doorbell rang, her words dripping with

that familiar confidence.

The sound echoed through the apartment, and I'd almost shrugged it off as another designer bag or snew

shipment of whatever she thought she needed-until | heard a voice from PART 5 CHAPTER 187

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the doorway. One that stoppedin my tracks, a voice that reached out like it knew exactly where to find me,

where to hitthe hardest.

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