The next day marked the start of IVF. This time, she needed no approval, no permission. The dream was hers alone, and nothing could take it away.
Meanwhile, Curtis was basking in his new life. Reclining against the velvet headboard of a hotel suite, he swirled whiskey in a glass while Carol appeared in her silk robe. “You’re awfully quiet,” she teased, sipping her drink.
“Thinking about your ex?” she pressed with a smirk.
Curtis chuckled dryly. “Not my concern anymore.”
“She’s probably still crying over you,” Carol said, touching up her lipstick. “Maybe she’s adopted a cat already.”
Curtis devoured. “I left her childless. Honestly, I did her a favor.”
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