"Wife, there's another surprise," he said hurriedly, as if to divert my attention. He reached into his coat and drew out a small velvet box.
"Look," he said proudly, opening it. "This bracelet has a safety lock. I paid a fortune for it—to protect you and the baby."
He gently clasped it around my wrist, utterly unaware of the chill in my expression.
From the moment I saw it, I recognized the design. It wasn't something you could simply buy—it was a limited-edition jewelry piece, meant to be a gift.
And just this morning, I'd seen that exact necklace glinting around Patricia's neck.
So that's what I was worth in Weston's heart—only fit to receive the scraps Patricia didn't want.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. In that moment, I gave up on this hypocritical man completely.
I withdrew my hand and reached into my bag, pulling out a folder. "Before you go on pretending," I said evenly, "sign this contract first."
He blinked, surprised. "What's this…?"
"The billion-dollar contract I mentioned," I replied smoothly.
The excitement in his eyes was immediate. "You got it? That's amazing!" He flipped it open eagerly, but before he could read a single line, his phone rang.