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Rain hammered the steel-and-glass skin of the Sterling conglomerate's tower, a perfect echo of the tempest locked in my ribs. One year into a marriage forged from balance sheets and bloodlines, the air in the mansion had settled into a permanent chill. Arlo, the remote heir, had looked through me until the doctor confirmed the pregnancy. Now, eight months along, I pushed into his office and went rigid: his assistant was draped against him, her hand on his sleeve. Before I could find a breath, the world bucked. The building screamed, lights died, and the elevator dropped like a stone. Trapped in the absolute dark, the oxygen thinning, I pressed my hands to the hard curve of my stomach. Outside, sifting through rubble, Arlo's face went bloodless as they told him where I was. For the first t…