Sabrina smirked, brushing her hand over her belly with a careless sort of pride. “I knew Lucian long before you ever crossed his path. If I hadn’t gone overseas, you never would’ve become Mrs. Blackwood in the first place.”
Then she leaned closer, voice syrupy and triumphant. “And now that I’m back—carrying his pup—it’s about time you remove yourself from the picture.”
I had known, from the very beginning of our bond, that Lucian had a woman he once deemed his fated one. But I never imagined her presence in his heart ran this deep—that she could simply return and eclipse everything we had built.
Pain ripped through my chest so sharply that I had to steady myself. My grip tightened instinctively on the document in my hand.
Sabrina noticed—and in a quick, snatching motion, she ripped the report away from me.
She scanned the conclusion, and her laughter exploded down the hallway—wild, cruel, echoing off the walls.
“Cancer?” she shrieked with glee. “Tell me, Vivienne, what do you think? Will you even survive long enough to birth that little mutt? Or will the two of you die together before that?”