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Chapter 7: The Man Who Lost Everything — Ethan Blake's Breaking Point
Ethan stood frozen in the now-silent boardroom, Amelia's final words echoing like a bomb detonating in his mind.
"I'm carrying your child. But you'll never have the right to call yourself his father."
His fists slammed down onto the table with such force that the crystal glass centerpiece shattered into glittering fragments, scattering across the polished surface like the ruins of his once-unshakable empire.
His breathing turned ragged, every muscle in his body tense and coiled like a predator denied its prey.
"Amelia…" he ground out through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and dangerous.
But she was already gone.
The doors had closed behind her, and with it… the last shred of control he had over his life.
Panic twisted through his gut like a serpent constricting his every thought.
She's carrying my child. And she's taking everything I built with her.
Cold sweat dripped down his temple.
For the first time in his life, Ethan Blake felt helpless.
Powerless.
A man drowning in the empire he once ruled from above.
He stormed out of the boardroom, his mind a whirlwind of regret and desperation.
His steps echoed violently through the marble halls as he made his way toward the underground parking lot, yanking open the door to his car with enough force to nearly rip it off its hinges.
"Track her location," he barked into his phone, his voice dangerously low. "I don't care what it takes—find her!"
In his mind, flashes of her haunted him relentlessly.
Amelia's pale face the night he walked away…
Her trembling lips as she stood abandoned in that rain-soaked wedding dress…
And now, her cold, powerful gaze as she stood above him, carrying his child… but promising he'd never be part of their lives.
A sharp pain shot through his chest, his vision momentarily blurring.
What have I done…?
Meanwhile…
Amelia sat quietly in a hidden penthouse overlooking the city skyline, her fingers gently caressing her growing belly.
A soft, bittersweet smile played on her lips.
"This time, little one… we'll write our own story. And he'll have no place in it."