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The rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the city lights in blurred gold and red. The only sound is your ragged breath and the distant hum of traffic. You clutch the marble table, knuckles white, as another contraction rips through your seven-months-pregnant body. The phone feels slick in your hand. You dial his number—again. It rings. And rings. Then a woman's voice answers. Your sister's voice. "He's busy." The world tilts. You slide to the cold floor, cradling your belly, tears mixing with the rain on the glass. The line goes dead. And then the door clicks open. Ryu stands there, silhouette sharp against the hall light, his suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He doesn't move. Just stares at you on the floor. "you," he says, low and flat—not a…