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    Brian’s restraint snapped. He whirled around and gripped her shoulders, his fingers pressing in with quiet desperation. “No, you can’t mean that! You’re my wife. There’s so much more I want to give you. Just tell me what you want—anything, and it’s yours.”


    Rachel shook her head, her expression unchanged. “You don’t understand. There’s only one thing I want. A divorce. If you really want to make me happy, then give me that. Otherwise, we have nothing left to say.”


    “Just take a breath! I’ll go now—get some rest.”


    Brian barely got the words out before turning on his heel, the weight of the conversation crushing him.


    Once outside, he strode to his car and yanked a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a sharp flick. The acrid smoke filled his lungs, but it did nothing to steady the restless energy crawling under his skin. His phone buzzed in his hand. It was Tracy.


    Annoyance red in his chest, and without a second thought, he blocked her number.


    Not even a minuteter, a message popped up. “I know you don’t want to see me, but I have a secret about Rachel—about why she agreed to marry you. Don’t you want to know?”


    Brian couldn’t deny that Tracy’s words had stirred his curiosity. “Where are you?” he asked, his tone sharp butced with intrigue.


    Tracy didn’t hesitate, sending him the location without dy.


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    When they finally stood face to face, Brian wasted no time, his piercing gaze studying her intently. “How did you manage to get out?” His voice was sharp, filled with suspicion.


    Tracy, unflinching under his gaze, met his question with quiet confidence. “I’m pregnant,” she replied, her words deliberate. “Without solid evidence and a trial, I can arrange for my release. But I know Eric Riley’s influence; he could easily have me locked up again. That’s why I’m here, Brian. I want to make a deal.”


    “A deal?” Brian echoed, his expression unreadable.


    “I’ll reveal Rachel’s biggest secret,” Tracy said, her gaze unwavering. “In exchange, you let me go—just this once.”


    Brian’s eyes narrowed, his scrutiny intense. “And why should I believe you?”


    “If even a single word I say is false,” Tracy countered, her confidence unshaken, “you can put me behind bars without hesitation.”


    A moment of silence passed before Brian finally nodded. “Go on, then. Let’s hear it.”


    Tracy’s face lit up with a flicker of hope, but she quickly masked it with aposed expression. “So, does that mean you’re willing to make a deal?” Her voice, though steady, trembled slightly with the anticipation of what Brian’s response might be.


    Brian’s face remained stoic, his gaze unyielding. “Go ahead, tell me what you’ve got,” he replied, his gaze unwavering and calcting.


    Tracy’s excitement quickly waned under the weight of his unflinching demeanor. Yet, the prospect of her freedom still provided a glimmer of satisfaction.


    She exhaled slowly, gathering her thoughts before speaking with blunt precision. “Jeffrey’s battling leukemia. He needs an immediate bone marrow transnt, and often, the best matches from family. That’s why Rachel agreed to marry you. It wasn’t for love, Brian. She only married you to have a child. The umbilical cord blood is the only way she can save her brother.”


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