The clinic’s fluorescent lights buzzed like wasps as I clutched the ultrasound photo, my thumb brushing over the tiny form curled inside. Then I saw them—Michael and Caitlyn, laughing outside Exam Room 3, her hand resting on her stomach, his arm around her waist.\n\nI didn’t scream. I walked. Back to the penthouse, heels clicking like a countdown. Eleanor was waiting, smug in her silk robe. ‘You’re not fit to carry the Walsh name,’ she sneered, shoving me. I fell—down the marble stairs, pain exploding in my abdomen.\n\nThe hospital confirmed it: gone.\n\nNow, alone in my darkened study, I open my laptop. The first transfer—$10 million to seed the Burton Global Health Initiative—flashes approved. Let them come. I’m just getting started.