Chapter 1

Lucas Hart strode into the conference room to find the department director and Yasmin Quinn fighting over my computer, determined to delete my design work.

I was pushed to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through my two-month pregnant belly.

"Stop this at once! What do you think you're doing?" Lucas's voice was cold as ice.

"Lucas, you're here! Did you come to see me?" Yasmin's eyes lit up at the sight of Lucas, her face flushing coyly.

Lucas ignored her and scooped me up in his arms.

"Lucas, what's going on? Do you know this woman? She must have ulterior motives - she's just pretending to get your attention!" Yasmin cried out.

The bodyguards held them back at the elevator doors. Just before they closed, Lucas said icily, "If anything happens to my wife, you'd better not plan on living either!"

The scorching sun beat down as I walked step by step towards the Blue Zenith Design office building, my heart full of hope for my new life.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from behind me. I turned to see a Lamborghini barreling towards me on the sidewalk, showing no signs of stopping.

I froze in place, unable to react. The Lamborghini screeched to a halt mere inches from me. My body instinctively jerked backwards and I fell to the ground.

"My baby!" I clutched my belly protectively.

The car door opened and an aggressive-looking girl stepped out. Though impeccably made up, she couldn't hide the hostility in her eyes.

"Are you f***ing suicidal? What are you doing standing in front of my car? Do you have a death wish?" she snarled.

I struggled to my feet, relieved to feel no abdominal pain. The baby seemed fine, though my dress was torn and my heels scuffed.

A stinging sensation made me realize my leg was scraped, with visible blood.

"This is a sidewalk. I was just walking normally. You're the one illegally driving on the sidewalk," I said, suppressing my anger.

"What? You dare talk back to me? Don't push your luck! It's my first day of work and I don't have time for this. Get out of my way!"

The girl spat on the ground, got back in her car, and sped off.

What awful luck to encounter someone like that!

But thinking of my two-month-old baby, I knew I needed to stay calm and cheerful. I took a deep breath and did my best to clean up the scrape.

Just ten minutes earlier, I had gotten out of Lucas's car at the previous intersection.

He had looked worried, reluctant to let his pregnant wife walk even a short distance in heels. But I insisted on getting out early, not wanting to reveal our relationship just yet.

I could already imagine his reaction when he saw my injury tonight - angry, but mostly concerned.