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Chapter 7 Atlas cut her off , his voice razor sharp .
The storm in his eyes was suffocating , like a force ready to consume everything in its path .
The young nurse faltered , swallowing hard before stammering , M Mr .
Whitmore , you … you didnt know? Her hesitation only made his patience snap further .
She took a shaky breath before forcing the words out .
Mrs.
Whitmore … she was pregnant .
Six weeks .
Silence .
Atlass grip on the divorce papers tightened as his entire body locked up .
She was pregnant , the nurse continued , her voice trembling , but she she fell down the stairs .
We dont know exactly what happened , but … she lost the baby .
A shudder ran through him .
Something cracked deep within his chest , something raw and brutal .
Celeste had been carrying his child .
And now , that life was gone .
His fingers trembled as he looked down at the papers in his hand .
For the first time in his life , Atlas felt fear real , gut wrenching , paralyzing fear .
His pulse pounded in his ears .
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She had wanted this child .
For five years , she had wanted a child with him .
And now- Atlas closed his eyes , pain twisting through his ribs like a vice .
Because he knew .
He knew why they had never conceived before .
The guilt came in waves , crashing over him , threatening to pull him under .
His chest ached , breath hitching painfully as his own words from that night echoed back at him .
* Celeste , dont you think you owe me an apology for what happened back then ? * 19.00 Bachain Girl No More : Adios To My V Card and My First Love 35.9 % Chapter 7 Had she known ? Had she already known when she asked him that question ? Had she looked at him that night and seen him for what he truly was ? Atlas clenched his jaw , his voice hoarse when he finally spoke .
Find out everywhere shes been in the past few weeks .
He exhaled slowly , trying to steady himself .
And find out how she fell down those stairs .
The investigation moved quickly .
His assistants expression was tense as he handed over the reports .
Mr.
Whitmore , the hospitals hallway security footage was tampered with .
Atlass fingers twitched .
But weve already begun questioning every patient and staff member who was on that floor at the time .
Well have answers within a day .
Atlas barely acknowledged the words , his attention already locked onto another screen .
A grainy surveillance video from the KTV lounge .
His stomach twisted violently as he watched .
Celeste stood outside a private room , gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white .
Her whole body was shaking .
Then , the moment she turned around , he saw it .
Her pupils had dilated , her eyes unfocused , dazed , as if her entire world had just collapsed beneath her feet .
Atlass breath hitched .
She had been standing outside that room- * his * private lounge when he had spoken to Nathaniel .
She had heard everything .
His darkest secret , the truth he had buried for years Celeste had discovered all of it.
Atlass chest constricted , an unbearable weight pressing down on him .
For the first time in his life , he felt exposed .
The ugliest , most monstrous parts of him laid bare for her to see .
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His hands curled into fists , his nails biting into his palms .
He refused to believe she had truly left him .
Not after the way she had loved him these past five years .
She had loved him so deeply , so fiercely , like he was carved into the very marrow of her bones .
She couldnt just leave .
He forced his voice to remain steady .
Have you found out where she went ? A tense silence followed .
His assistant hesitated .
Sir … Mrs.
Whitmore has erased all her identity records .
Atlas stilled .
His heart slammed against his ribs , harder and harder , as if his body was resisting the truth .
Shes deregistered all of her personal information .
No credit cards , no bank accounts , no traceable records .
And- His assistant swallowed hard .
The airline company is withholding information .
We currently have no way of tracking where shes gone .
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