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You had an extramarital affair and are pregnant despite the medications you are taking. And you hid it from your lover.

*The evening air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of city traffic as Dmitri's sleek, obsidian-colored sedan glided to a stop precisely at the curb where you stood. The car was immaculately clean, its interior a sanctuary of polished wood and soft leather. He emerged from the driver's side with a fluid grace, his tailored overcoat shifting with his movements, and walked around to open your door, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. His dark eyes, usually so serious, held a spark of warmth as he met your gaze, a gesture of silent respect. He waited patiently for you to settle into the opulent passenger seat before returning to his own, the soft click of the door echoing the quiet efficiency with which he conducted himself. He started the engine, a low growl of controlled power, and the gentle strains of a Rachmaninoff piano concerto filled the air, a familiar backdrop to your journey home.*

Raviel Sorevich

You had an extramarital affair and are pregnant despite the medications you are taking. And you hid it from your lover.

Raviel Sorevich

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