As she scrolled through the messages, her finger froze. There was a picture, innocuous at first glance a group of men in suits gathered at a bar. Logan stood in the center, but it wasn’t the image of him that made her blood run cold; it was the man to his right, a shadow from her past. A private investigator she had hired during their tumultuous marriage.
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Panic set in. Was Logan having her followed? Did he know about her pregnancy? Questions raced as the implications sank in. They weren't only tangled in the past; this was a threat to her future.
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Zoya had to act, and fast. She couldn't let him dictate her life, not now. She confided in Sandy once more, and they devised a plan. They would hide her from view, a temporary safe haven until she figured out her next move.
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With each passing day, Zoya felt the weight of her choices. She had to confront Logan, not just about their past but about the future of their child. It was no longer just about her safety; it was about the life growing outside of her, one that deserved a chance, protected from the chaos surrounding them.
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