The sun was just beginning to set, painting the sky in soft orange and purple shades. The living room in Richard’s penthouse was quiet, except for the faint ticking of the clock. Ann sat curled up on the sofa, sipping warm tea and reading a baby book. Her belly had grown noticeably, and she could already feel light kicks. It made everything feel more real.
But peace never stayed for long. The doorbell rang and Ann looked up. Richard had gone to take a phone call in his office. She set the book down, walked to the door, and opened it.
Victoria stood there, dressed in a red silk blouse and tight black pants. Her makeup was perfect, her smile sharp.
“Hello, Ann,” she said with a voice as smooth as honey but cold underneath.
Ann's stomach turned slightly. “Victoria. What are you doing here
