His cold words pierced through me like knives.
Eight years of love, of fighting side by side, of sharing every joy and sorrow—and in his eyes, I was nothing but a greedy, ungrateful woman.
He knew how much I longed to be a mother. He knew I'd trade everything just to protect this child.
And still, he was the one who destroyed my dream.
Weston, how cruel can you be?
My heart shattered completely.
"Weston, I love you," Patricia whispered tearfully. "As long as you're by my side, nothing else matters."
Her lips brushed his throat, her hands sliding over his body.
"Patricia, you're pregnant... we shouldn't..." he murmured hoarsely, his breath growing ragged.
"The doctor said after three months, it's fine."
On hearing that, all his restraint vanished. He tore off her clothes and kissed her fiercely, their muffled moans filling the office.
I gripped the doorknob so tightly that my knuckles turned white, fighting the urge to burst in and confront him.
If he truly loved my sister, why did he marry me in the first place?
And he was my child's biological father, how could he bear to kill his own flesh and blood with his own hands?
But reason held me back.
I couldn't let them hurt my baby. Not again.