Lyon returned home that day with the cake and flowers I had asked for, a broad smile on his face. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened at his family's house to put him in such a good mood, so I asked, "Did you win the lottery or something?" He chuckled and replied, "You could say that, but I prefer to call it closure." Closure, huh? I decided not to dig deeper.
Today, we were headed to the hospital for my prenatal appointment. The doctor was a family friend, and as we arrived, the staff greeted us like VIPs, a clear sign of Lyon's influence as a billionaire. We were escorted to a private room where I lay on a comfortable bed—definitely not the typical hospital experience I was used to.
The doctor began the examination, applying a gel-like substance to my belly and using a device
