"Right. A strong child, really. At three months, you drugged me and handed me over to Grant for an entire night and it still survived." I turned my head slowly and stared at him, my voice laced with venom. "How is it today? Still holding on?"
The color drained from his face. He went quiet for a long time, then muttered, "I’ll have another child."
I did not respond. He seemed embarrassed, fumbling for an excuse. "If you had told me earlier… this wouldn’t have happened."
"That night at the award ceremony… I wanted to tell you after the event. Did you even give me the chance?"
"At least I wouldn’t have…"
"What? Wouldn’t have sent me to Grant’s bed?" I cut him off with a cold laugh. "No. You’d have forced me to get an abortion, claimed I wasn’t worthy to bear your child, then kept sending me to sleep with investors… all so you could boost Lilian’s career."
My words struck deep. His face twisted with fury and shame. He snapped, "Is that really how you see me? Zara, don’t forget, if it weren’t for me, you’d still be a nameless orphan, working odd jobs to survive. Becoming a top actress would’ve been nothing but a dream!"
"I’ve given the title back to you. The child, too. And even my body."