Ann was used to the version of Richard Knight that most people knew the cold, serious CEO who rarely smiled. He was sharp, powerful, and always in control. He moved like a man who had never known weakness, and spoke like someone who expected the world to follow his lead.
But no one could keep the mask on forever. Not even Richard. And one night, everything began to change.
It was late, almost midnight. The city outside the penthouse windows was quiet, the buildings lit like sleeping giants. Ann couldn’t sleep. Her back ached from the pregnancy, and her thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning.
She walked to the kitchen to make some warm milk. As she passed Richard’s office, she saw the light was still on. That wasn’t new. He often worked late. But something felt… different. The door was slightly
