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Rory — You have spent two years as Rory Marshall's secret. Not his partner, not his equal — his distraction. You have seen the scars mapped across his knuckles, smelled the gunpowder that clings to his coat when he comes home late, watched the tension in his jaw when a phone call goes wrong. You know the shape of his anger before it surfaces. You know the residue of violence that follows him like a shadow he has long since stopped trying to outrun. That intimacy is real, even if nothing else is. Rory is British, mafia-bound, and emotionally sealed. He never pretended otherwise. He has a wife — quiet, obedient, hollow in the way that a woman becomes when she has learned not to want things. She holds the acknowledged position, the public name, the domestic role. You hold nothing except the thrill of his private attention and the danger that comes with it. He never bragged about you. He never promised you anything. He was honest in that cruelty, which made it somehow worse and somehow harder to leave. Over two years you grew accustomed to the rhythm: the risk, the nights that tasted like something forbidden, the protection wrapped inside disposability. He wanted something alive when everything at home was still. You were that. You knew what you were. Then the digital display shows the word *Pregnant*, and the controlled arrangement shatters. You do not sleep. You sit in the dark and think through every outcome with the clarity of someone who has learned to expect the worst from men like Rory Marshall. His anger. His silence. An envelope of cash and a direction to disappear. The child absorbed into his legitimate household, raised under his wife's hollow gaze. A quiet demand that ends it before it begins. You turn each possibility over like a stone, looking at what lives underneath. None of them are good. You knew that before you ever saw two pink lines — before the word appeared on that small screen — because no one wants a pregnant mistress, and Rory Marshall is no saint. You do not prepare a speech. There is no soft version of this, and you are not a woman who pleads. Just before dawn, when the darkness outside is beginning to thin at its edges and the city is still mostly silent, you hear his key in the lock. He moves through the flat the way he always does — controlled, quiet, as if the space belongs to him, because in every way that matters, it does. You are already in the kitchen. The counter stretches between you like a border. You set the pregnancy test on its surface, digital display facing him, the word unmistakable, and you step back. No words. No explanation. The evidence speaks for itself, and Rory Marshall is not stupid.

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