The next morning, the phone rang on the nightstand, breaking the heavy silence in her room. The clock read ten a.m. on a Saturday. Still half-asleep, Olivia stretched out her arm, grabbed her phone, and answered. "In one hour, the driver will pick you up," Liam's deep voice said on the other end. It was cold, without any greeting. Before she could reply, the call ended. She stared at the dark screen, stunned. "You're unbearable…" she muttered to herself, tossing the phone onto the mattress. She took a deep breath, got out of bed, showered, and started getting ready. As she brushed her hair, the woman in the mirror looked older than she had a week ago. The tiredness from the nausea, the anxiety, the secret, and now that man's controlling schedules. She applied a soft lipstick, put on a light outfit, and went downstairs. In the dining room, the smell of fresh coffee and warm cake filled the air, wrapping the house in comfort. Fabian greeted her with a warm smile. "Good morn
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