Desiree, seeing her plan succeed, leaned against his chest, face glowing with bliss, hands resting gently on her belly.
Just then, my phone rang.
Noticing the major media outlets nearby, I rose slowly, my voice cold and steady.
“Oh, is that so?”
The room fell silent, every eye turning toward me.
“So Desiree is the future Mrs. Davidson? Then tell me, Vincent, who am I? The woman who has been your legal wife for five years.”
As I spoke, I tossed the marriage certificate I held onto the floor in front of them.
