“I’ll… I’ll end it. I’ll get rid of this baby! I-I don’t want to bring a child into a home with no love. I don’t want people pointing fingers at my child!”
She cried and cried, and Orville freaked, trying to reassure her.
“Blaire, no! Please don’t say that.
“Look at me. Things have changed now. I love you now. And this baby?
“This baby is ours. He’s proof of our love. No one’s gonna point fingers, okay? I promise.”
“I’ll buy him a big house… send him abroad… let him take over my company one day… Shh, don’t cry, okay? You’re not well. The baby will feel it too.”
Every word out of Orville’s mouth stabbed me in the gut.
‘He used to love me… didn’t he? But when Blaire jumped that day… he must’ve panicked. He must’ve felt something.
‘That’s why he saved her. Held on like she was some lost treasure finally back in his arms. And now, all he does is protect her, coddle her… worship her like she’s made of porcelain.’
Then he grabbed my hand and pushed me toward her.
“Presley, say it. Tell Blairie she didn’t ruin us. That she was only thinking about what’s best for everyone.
“Tell her you’ll love the baby like your own. That we’ll give him everything… our love, the company, everything…”