My body went cold. "You're taking my ability to have children?"
Alexander's eyes hardened. "Victoria's baby is the only Blackwood heir that matters. Your role was always temporary."
From across the room, Victoria called out, her voice strained. "Alexander, the pain is getting worse! Please hurry!"
Without hesitation, he abandoned our conversation and rushed to her side.
The healer looked at me with genuine pity. "I have to sedate you now."
As the drugs pulled me under, I heard Alexander instructing the doctor: "Take everything you need. If she can't walk afterward, it doesn't matter."
Without another word, Alexander rushed out, leaving me with the doctor who looked at me with genuine pity just as the mask came down over my face.
Three days later, I woke in a private hospital room. The first thing I saw was Alexander sitting by the window, his laptop open on the small table beside him.
A nurse entered with a tray of hospital food and medications. Alexander dismissed her with a wave.
"You need to eat," he said flatly, picking up the spoon.
I turned my head away. "I can feed myself."
He sighed then set the tray down where I could reach it.