He always promised he'd change, but his actions never lined up with his words, leaving her feeling let down every time.

Tired of it, Alicia didn't even bother arguing.

She just pressed the emergency button, calling security to have him escorted out.

No matter how powerful Caden was, he couldn't ignore the boundaries she set in her own space.

His pride wouldn't let him make a scene with the security guards.

As they blocked the door, his gaze stayed locked on Alicia. "I'll go soon. Let me know when you've decided. There's not much time before the engagement party."

Alicia just tossed the stack of drafts straight into the trash.

Not missing a beat, Caden said, "I'll email you the digital version."

After leaving the gallery, he sat in his car, watching the entrance for a while.

By the time Alicia finally came out and drove off, it was well past work hours, but Caden stayed put.

The name on the medicine bottle popped back into his mind — VPFAY.

He looked it up on his phone and found terms like active folic acid.

As he kept scrolling, his eyes stopped on the words: pre-pregnancy, early pregnancy supplement.

Could she actually be pregnant?

At first, Caden thought Alicia was just sick, but remembering the panic in her eyes, he started to doubt it.

He recalled her asking him if he liked kids before he left for his business trip.

The thought hit him hard, and without another second's hesitation, Caden floored it, racing to catch up with her.

Alicia lived in a high-end neighborhood in Warrington with security that made it tough for anyone to get in.

Not wanting to make a scene or annoy her, he sent Alicia a quick message that he was waiting downstairs and settled in.

Alicia noticed the message but decided to ignore it.

She knew Caden was too stubborn to back down easily. As long as the gallery was in Warrington, avoiding him was nearly impossible.

So, she set up a board meeting to talk about giving up her shares.

Her offer was simple: she'd keep just ten percent of her original forty-five and give the rest to them.

They knew she was serious, so no one argued. Once the paperwork was done, her ties to the gallery would be cut.