Chapter 15: Carrying a Baby, Not My Husband’s

Nora’s POV

I dragged my sorry, exhausted ass into the office at the ass-crack of dawn. After last night’s absolute shitshow with Alexander—fake-ass moaning, real goddamn puking, and crashing on that medieval torture rack he calls a couch—I needed a fucking break.

I flopped into my chair, fired up ...

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