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“President Laurence, the hospital said Miss Ambrose was likely about to give birth!” Dexter sat in the car, listening to his assistant’s report, a cold sneer curling his lips.
“She’s barely over eight months, so desperate she couldn’t even wait. No wonder it’s a premature birth
*Also, the Ambrose family slipped the attending doctor a hefty hush money. The doctor is asking
**
“Take it. Consider it a well–earned bonus,” Dexter said, his gaze fixed on the window. Ahead, the city’s largest art museum belonged to Bailey’s family.
A major exhibition was underway. Even from afar, Dexter could make out the enormous promotional posters.
At Heidi’s wedding, Jordan had completely cut ties with him over some foolish thing Dexter had blurted out in a moment of confusion. He had been too ashamed to apologize ever since.
Every time he passed the museum, he couldn’t help but steal a longer glance.
“Stop the car!” Dexter suddenly ordered.
Startled, the driver slammed on the brakes, sending Dexter’s head crashing hard against the window. Pain flickered through him, but he ignored it, yanking off his seatbelt and charging out
of the car.
Outside the museum, a promotional video played on a loop, showing bios of the featured artists. The assistant followed hesitantly, eyes fixed on the screen where a foreign woman appeared.
He said nothing, just lingered off to the side, puzzled.
But when the second artist’s profile appeared, the assistant’s eyes went wide.
‘Miss Griggs!
This Blythe was nothing like the one who once hovered near the boss. On–screen, she stood confident and graceful, speaking fluently about her art, radiating charm.
Dexter, who had turned the world upside down searching for her, could hardly believe his eyes.
He stormed straight into Jordan’s office. Jordan showed no surprise.
“Blythe? Where is she?
“Heidi’s about to give birth, and you’re wasting time chasing your ex? Did you see? Blythe Griggs the rising star. Her painting just sold for over 100 million!”
“She’s no longer the woman who trailed behind you, letting you trample over her feelings withou
a word!”
This time, Blythe had signed the exhibition under the studio’s name. Everything about her had changed. That quiet fire in her presence made even Jordan glance at her more than once. “Let me see her, Jordan. For all the years we’ve known each other. That baby Heidi’s having, it’s not even mine! I was set up!” Dexter burst out.
Jordan looked stunned. “Then why are you still with her? Isn’t she about to give birth?” “Heidi’s done nothing but destroy Blythe! She humiliated her with money, pushed her away from
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me and she worked with that old snake from her family to set me up!”
“At first, I was foolish, soft–hearted enough to help her. Turns out, she went willingly to those old men! I should’ve listened to you. If I had, I wouldn’t have been so easily tricked into driving Blythe away!”
After Blythe left, Dexter hired several private investigators, and the truth about Heidi surfaced in full.
He hated himself for it. He had taken Blythe’s quiet devotion for granted, always assuming she‘ stay no matter how deep he cut. That blind confidence had made him reckless with her heart.
Now, all that hatred twisted and burned for Heidi, for the Ambrose family. He was simply waiting for the perfect chance to strike.
The two of them stayed in the office, talking for over an hour.
Eventually, Jordan gave in.
He used a minor contract issue as an excuse to bring Blythe out again.
But this time, instead of his office, he picked the restaurant she and Dexter once frequented, hoping to open a door they’d both shut too soon.
