Fleeing with His Twins: The CEO's Regret Comes Too Late

Three months into my pregnancy, I broke up with my fiancé, Austin Vance.

He frowned at me. "What are you throwing a fit for? Just because my mom said you shouldn't keep the baby right now?"

"Yeah."

He let out an impatient sigh. "Fine. Go home and get some rest. I'll talk to my mom."

I didn't answer. He turned away to take a call from his assistant, completely ignoring me.

"Book two first-class tickets to Miami. I'm taking her away for the weekend to clear her head."

That "her" wasn't me.

He hung up and casually told me we'd talk another day.