Chapter 11

Nolan's study was lit all night. The latest report from the private investigator flashed on his computer screen, showing they still hadn't found any trace of Cheyenne. Georgia stood outside the door holding a glass of herbal tea, listening to the sighs from inside, her nails digging into her palm. The maids were whispering behind her back, saying Nolan didn't care about her at all. She couldn't just sit there and do nothing. Back in the bedroom, she pulled a fake pregnancy test out from the depths of a drawer. She was going to use a child to win Nolan's attention back. She rehearsed in front of the mirror again and again until every glance and smile perfectly mimicked that of a new mother. At breakfast the next morning, she "accidentally" dropped the pregnancy test in front of Nolan. Nolan glanced at her before looking down at the strip, his brow tightening instantly. She hurried to pick it up, pretending to be flustered. "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you later… Nolan, we're h