When Kieran and I got married, the Whitfield Group had been in the middle of aggressive overseas expansion. My brother couldn't get away. He hadn't attended the wedding. In all the years since, Dominic had been holding up the entire company on his own. He and I had barely seen each other, let alone Kieran.
But none of that mattered to me as much as one question: Why did Paula know about Kieran's azoospermia?
I lifted my head and stared straight at Kieran.
"Why does she know about your diagnosis?"
"Why have you never told me?"
Kieran glanced at me, his face saturated with disgust.
"Tell you? And then what?"
"What would you have done? Gotten rid of the baby behind my back so you could keep cheating on me?"
Things had spiraled too far. Kieran was blinded by rage. Nothing I said now would get through to him.
I took a deep breath, stood, and moved toward the door.
Kieran seized my wrist.
"What—run out of excuses so now you're running? Going to find your lover to come rescue you?" His grip tightened. "This baby is getting aborted. My wife is not carrying another man's child."
"As for this marriage, we'll talk about that after you get rid of it."
The moment those words left his mouth, Paula cut in.