Even though her relationship with Jonathan Quintero had left her scarred and broken, having Liam made her life feel complete.
She lived for her son's smile, for his future.
After Rachel left, Lauren checked the time.
It was nearly closing. She finished cleaning up, locked the doors and windows, and pulled down the security shutter.
But when she turned around, the cake box Rachel had given her still in hand… she froze in shock.
In the next moment, the cake in her hands slipped from her grasp and crashed onto the ground.
Not far from the shop entrance, a tall figure stepped out of a sleek car. Under the pale moonlight, he walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps.
His hair was meticulously styled, his sharp suit hugging his frame perfectly.
His cold, chiseled face radiated authority and restraint, but it was his deep, narrow eyes that made her shiver.
They carried a darkness that pierced straight through her, as if he could see into the very depths of her soul.
