Chapter 4: One Night Alone
Chapter 4: One Night Alone
Two weeks before the due date, Caleb had to leave for a one-night business hearing in Boston.
He almost canceled.
His wife told him not to.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, one hand resting on her belly. “You’ll be back tomorrow.”
Eleanor heard about the trip before Caleb left.
She arrived at the mansion that evening with soup, flowers, and two suitcases.
“I’m staying tonight,” she announced.
His wife stiffened.
“That isn’t necessary.”
“My grandson could come any day.”
“My doctor said I’m stable.”
Eleanor looked at her belly.
“For now.”
Caleb hesitated at the door.
His wife saw the worry in his face and forced a smile.
“It’s one night,” she said.
He kissed her forehead.
Then he bent to kiss her belly.
“Call me for anything.”
“I will.”
But she already knew Eleanor would make sure every “anything” sounded too small to call about.
That night, Eleanor began with questions.
Had she packed the hospital bag correctly?
Had she confirmed the pediatrician?
Had she chosen the baby’s name from the Sterling family list?
No.
No.
Absolutely not.
By midnight, Eleanor had the trust amendment on the dining table again.
The wife stood barefoot near the stairs, exhausted and swollen, while Eleanor tapped the paper with one polished nail.
“Sign it.”
“No.”
“You are making this about pride.”
“I’m making this about my baby.”
Eleanor’s eyes turned cold.
“You still don’t understand. Women like you are allowed into families like ours because men like Caleb are sentimental. But sentiment fades.”
The wife stepped back.
“I’m going upstairs.”
Eleanor followed her.
“You think carrying that child makes you powerful?”
The wife reached the hallway outside the nursery.
“I think carrying this child makes me his mother.”
Something in Eleanor snapped.
Not loudly.
That was not her way.
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She moved fast.
👉 And in the hallway outside the nursery, Eleanor stopped pretending she only wanted a signature.
