Chapter 1

Felix Edwards was on an overseas business trip when he found himself caught in a terrorist attack.

The phone wouldn't stop ringing.

His parents, Ashley and Ryan Edwards, called from the embassy, anxiously waiting for me to negotiate Felix's safety.

To my surprise, my dad, Vincent Miller, who hadn't bothered to call me in ten years, also reached out.

He claimed he had connections at the embassy and could arrange to have Felix brought back home.

Even my close friends, Felix's buddies, colleagues, and neighbors were all reaching out and wanted to know what was going on.

And here I was, lying in bed with a newborn, calmly hanging up one call after another.

After all, when Felix saw on the news that his ex-girlfriend, a war correspondent, was caught in a terrorist situation, he didn't hesitate to leave his family behind and fly there to check on her safety. At that time, with my water already broken, I turned to Felix and said, "Are you really going to ditch your family and fly to that war-ravaged country? If you do, Felix, I won't clean up your mess."

Felix kept his mouth shut, but the urgent slamming of the door as he stormed off said it all.

Well, if he was set on being a hothead and digging his own grave, why should I bail him out?