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The sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows betrayed none of the storm brewing within its walls. Catherina adjusted the silk robe draped over her shoulders, humming softly as she poured herself a cup of tea. She had everything planned. Annie was in Vienna, out of sight and tightly controlled. Her façade of pregnancy was flawless, and Henry was none the wiser.
Henry’s phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, interrupting his morning routine. He glanced at the screen and froze. It was an unknown number, but the message attached sent a chill down his spine.
“Catherina isn’t pregnant. Dr. Albert mistakenly switched the insemination. The real mother is in Vienna. Her name is Annie. Here’s her photo.”
Attached was a grainy image of a young woman with tired eyes, sitting on the edge
