Vanessa’s POV
The city never really slept, not even when she or everyone did, it was always bustling.
From the wide windows of the penthouse, the skyline shimmered brightly, the city was very much alive. Vanessa stood before it now, her arms crossed over the swell of her belly, watching the reflection of herself in the glass.
The woman staring back looked different.
Still very beautiful, like she always would be, but the spark in her eyes had dulled, it was replaced by something sharper, more deliberate. The soft, broken woman who had once cried herself to sleep in this very room was gone.
In her place stood a woman who had learned the taste of desperation, and wasn’t about to choke on it again.
Vanessa Hart was done being the victim.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A notificati
