Chapter 5 - The Frozen ThresholdMarcus Thorne stood in the doorway.

His tuxedo was still immaculate from the gala, but his face changed completely when he saw his wife on the floor.
Khloe.
Broken glass.
Isabella.
The red dress.
The silence.
For several seconds, Marcus couldn't breathe.
Then he heard Khloe whisper.
“Marcus…”
He rushed to her.
“Khloe!”
He dropped to his knees and gathered her carefully into his arms.
“Look at me. Where does it hurt?”
“My stomach…”
Her trembling fingers grabbed his jacket.
“The baby.”
Marcus went pale.
His entire world narrowed to those two words.
Behind him, Isabella began crying.
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But Marcus didn't look at her.
Not yet.
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