Chapter 4 - "PAGE 42 REVEALED A SECRET THAT BROKE THE BILLIONAIRE"
It was during a desperate search through Amy’s old studio space in the penthouse closet that Daniel found it—a leather-bound notebook tucked deep behind an easel.
It wasn't a financial ledger or a planner. It was Amy’s pregnancy journal, kept during those first four lonely months.
Daniel’s hands shook as he opened the pages.
Week 8: Spent the morning throwing up in the bathroom. Daniel was in Tokyo. I called him twice, but his secretary said he was in a board meeting. I listened to the ocean sounds on my phone so I wouldn't feel so alone.
Week 12: Saw the baby’s heartbeat today. The doctor asked where my husband was. I lied and said he was on a crucial mission for charity. I was too ashamed to say he was hosting a gala with Vanessa.
Week 15: Daniel came home at 2 AM. He smelled like expensive perfume and whiskey. He didn't even look at me before falling asleep. I lay beside him touching my belly, realizing my baby has a father who is a stranger.
Every word was a dagger thrust directly into Daniel’s chest. He hadn't just neglected her; he had slowly, systematically erased her existence while she suffered in silence.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the floor. It was Marcus.
"Sir," Marcus’s voice was urgent. "We got a hit. A small medical clinic in coastal Oregon just requested a copy of Mrs. Harrison’s original bloodwork records from her Manhattan obstetrician. They used her private medical ID."
Daniel stood up instantly, the journal clutched tightly against his chest. "Where?"
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"Newport, Oregon. A small community clinic on the harbor."
"Get the private jet prepped," Daniel commanded, his voice raw, dangerous, and filled with a frantic desperation. "I don't care about the weather. I don't care about the FAA clearances. We leave in twenty minutes."
