I stepped out without a word, my expression blank.
Seeing that I stayed silent, Delaney grew impatient. Her gaze sharpened with mockery.
“What, no shame left at all? You knew Beckett never loved you, yet you still insist on holding on to the title of Mrs. Shaw?”
I let out a cold laugh. “And you don’t find it shameful to be the other woman, fully aware he’s married?”
Delaney’s lips curled into a smile. “I never think of myself as a mistress. I think the person who is truly unloved in a marriage is the mistress.”
She lightly patted her belly, then added smugly, “ I’m pregnant with his child. So I’d say it’s time for you to step aside.”
From the moment I married Beckett, I knew he had a woman he considered his one true love. But I never thought she’d hold such an unshakable place in his heart.
The pain that shot through my chest nearly brought me to my knees. My grip tightened instinctively on the report in my hand.
And that’s when Delaney saw and snatched it from me.
She scanned the conclusion and burst into wild, gleeful laughter.
“Cancer, huh?” she said. “So, what do you think? Will you live long enough to give birth to that bastard baby, or are you both going to die together?”