Chapter 5 - Flynn Brings Worthless Supplements Home
Back at our multi-million-dollar penthouse in Tribeca, Flynn walked through the mahogany double doors with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
He carried a small paper bag from an upscale organic pharmacy containing postpartum supplements for me.
In his mind, a bottle of overpriced vitamins and a promised monetary settlement would erase the humiliation of yesterday’s delivery room abandonment.
He tossed his car keys onto the marble foyer counter, loosening his expensive silk tie with casual arrogance.
“Mabel? Are you back from the hospital already?” he called out into the quiet, sunlit penthouse.
Silence answered him, save for the faint hum of the central air conditioning system.
May you like
He frowned, walking toward the master bedroom suite expecting to find me resting quietly in bed, waiting for his royal instructions.
Instead, the master bedroom doors were wide open, and the king-sized bed was neatly made, untouched, and completely empty.
