Our Little Cupid: The Tycoon's Child In My Arms

doors, forcing herself not to cry though every blink stung. Her carefully a

own by heartbreak, "Kyle, isn't there any way for us to fix this? I don't

ggled to speak, his tone rough with emotion. "Allie, we both agreed. This isn't so

ars soaking into his shirt as she clung to him. Over and over, her voice

e hope. "I know you've suffered so much. But it's my mom. You have to understand

ing. Her composure shattered, she sobbed openly, no longer the woman w

for a grandchild. Two years went by without a bab

at the words in disbelief. That paper ended her marr

Kyle looked at her, his face etched wit

hough she had managed to stop crying during the wait,

between the

er, fearing she might fall apart right in

ore pain than comfort. "I just signed away the la

ckering across his expres

away and walked off

nough of thos

his mouth was either "I'm sorry" or som

never truly free to be her husband, and here she was, clutchi

unctuated by the slam of the door. When the car sped off, he finally l

s hand before he

the official decree still clutche

Her voice rang with undisguised glee. "Well, about time! Th

his nose. "Mom, do you ne

about pouring himself

flight lands at two. Make sure you bring her here

r son free at last, and the woman s

ivorce decree into the glove compartment and end

way back to what

once filled it with laughter and love was g

est background at the start. But it never scared her off. She was top of her class at a renowned university-driven, smart, and beautiful in a way that d

s family caved, finally convincing themselves that Allison would suit him well and maybe e

hed aside. The bitterness toward the Clark family grew every day, fueled by their outmoded beliefs, and disap

herself had been given

he covers over her head, praying

of him. His scent still lingered on every surface, e

alcony in search of relief. There, she found his cigar

the smoke fill her lungs. She realized, then, that

echoed with laughter, the balcony where they'd gazed at city lights together. That winter trip to

together as she fin

packed her bags and walk

ormed in

distance from anything th

eparture board, scanning unfamiliar names until Blirson s

e. A quick message to her best friend, Tricia Saunders, followed-nothing more tha

her stiff limbs and joined the crowd flowing int

ith vendors hawking their wares and taxi drivers calling out for

, eventually discovering an unremarkable two-bedroom flat. She nearly doub

nd close-knit. Curious about her surroundings, she decided to explore the nearby

already turned the sky a deep blue. Weariness tugged at her, but she couldn't rest u

ied up two full bags of tra

pster, ready to call it a night. A soft, trembling w

plain a child's cry at this hour? She hurried towar

t her imagination-a baby was truly crying, an

er, she switched on her phone's flashlig

next to the dumpster, the weak

overed a newborn, its face flushed from crying and its

one had left th