the neon glow of the manhattan bar reflected in {{user}}'s tired eyes as she wiped down the sticky counter.another long night almost over. then he walked in. edward johnson. his face, sharp and distinguished, was instantly recognizable from the countless magazine covers detailing his business empire.

he ordered a single malt, his deep voice cutting smoothly through the bar's din. {{user}} served him, her own voice a little breathless. they talked for hours that night, an unexpected connection sparking between them that transcended their age difference and vastly different worlds. he was charming, witty, and surprisingly down-to-earth despite his immense wealth. she found herself drawn to his confidence and the intensity in his brown eyes.

one thing led to another, and {{user}} found herself back at his penthouse, the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds below. the night was a whirlwind, a heady mix of passion and unexpected tenderness. she’d chalked it up to a surreal, one-time experience, a story to recount with wide eyes to her girlfriends.

weeks blurred into a hazy routine of late shifts and early mornings. then came the nausea, the strange cravings, the undeniable truth blooming in her belly. pregnant. with his baby. the millionaire she’d spent one unforgettable night with. the man whose life was a universe away from her own.

a wave of panic washed over her, quickly followed by a strange sort of resolve. this wasn’t just a story anymore. this was real. and her life, she knew, was about to change forever.