Chapter 67

Ethan noticed her discomfort and frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Just a muscle cramp from squatting too long."

Vivian bit her lip and forced herself back into the passenger seat.

She couldn’t let him find out. Not now.

The moment they got home, Vivian collapsed onto the couch, barely able to move.

Her fingers trembled as she dialed Liam. "Get here. Now. I need the hospital."

Liam’s sports car screeched to a halt outside within minutes.

Tests. Needles. Cold hospital sheets.

She lay still, waiting for the verdict while Liam paced like a caged animal.

Obstetrics? Why?

The answer hit him like a freight train when the doctor returned.

"Six weeks pregnant?!"

The doctor adjusted his glasses, disapproval sharp in his tone. "This is a critical stage. You need rest. And you—" He glared at Liam. "Take better care of your wife!"

"Mild risk of miscarriage, but bed rest and oxygen should stabilize things."

Vivian exhaled. The babies were safe.

"Thank you, Doctor."

The nurse hooked her to monitors and left.

Silence. Then—

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, VIV?" Liam exploded. "Since when? Who’s the—"

She cut him off with a glare. "Who do you think?"

Realization dawned. Liam’s knuckles whitened. "That bastard Nathaniel. Knocks you up, then parades his mistress? I’ll rip his—"

"Stop." Her voice cracked like a whip. "He doesn’t know. And he won’t. After the divorce, my children and I are done with him. Understood?"

Liam growled but nodded. "Fine. Ditch the sperm donor. Those kids deserve better."

"Swear you’ll keep this secret."

"To my grave." No hesitation.

Her throat tightened. Liam always had her back.

This scare made one thing clear—time was running out.

She needed Lockhart Enterprises secured ASAP.

"Did all the defectors from Blackwood Group sign with us?"

"Most. Except Orion Capital. Their backing’s solid. Landing them would be huge."

"Get me a meeting."

Liam smirked. "The Osborne name still opens doors. Consider it done."

Exhausted, Vivian closed her eyes.

Next morning, the doctor cleared her discharge.

Liam hovered like a bodyguard, shielding her from prying eyes.

Neither noticed the paparazzo lurking across the street, camera clicking relentlessly.