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Chapter Nine

Dylan

“Thank you,” I say again, as I lead Crystal, my midwife, to the door. I almost forgot she was coming this morning, I was so preoccupied with the turmoil of thoughts running through my head.

Only a few short hours after Cade left the other day, I found myself spiraling into another anxiety attack. I had this unbearable fear that he was going to tell the world I was pregnant, and the more hours that passed, the bigger the fears grew.

Why wouldn’t he say something?

He was a male, in a dominantly male field.

Men always got what they wanted, and it was far more recognized in the filming industry. Very few women had their demands met, but the men…

Case in point, Cade had demanded me to be in the film.

When it wasn’t looking like he’d get his way, he came to me.

He tried buttering me up with sweets and food, and when he still didn’t get what he wanted…

I was terrified he was going to show up to the set in Vancouver and blast what he’d learned.

Friend of Charleigh’s or not.

So, I did what I thought I should.

On a semi-private platform.

Because even if I knew and vetted the handful of people who followed me on social media, there were always those few bad eggs. The ones who thought a five-thousand-dollar paycheck looked nice.

I told the world I was pregnant before Cade could.

But, something surprising happened.

My life stayed quiet.

No one was rushing to Lake Tahoe to get the latest story.

My agent wasn’t hounding me to take interviews.

Hell, the only person who called me was Charleigh, and she was frantic that I’d done something terrible. She was, after all, witness to the aftermath of my last breakdown.

When she accused her friend of doing something, anything, to push me to this point, I had two thoughts—either she didn’t know her friend as well as she thought, or I made a poor judgement call thanks to anxiety.

I was banking on the poor judgement call.

Especially after seeing him pop in to my Instagram requests yesterday.

Accepting his follow request was met with much apprehension but the only way he would have found me was through Charleigh.

She must have talked to him.

I was at the wave in my anxiety to realize he was probably a good guy, and Charleigh telling him about me and my being in hiding, hadn’t been so he would find me and blast my secrets.

It was because he was

Just

A good

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