I gripped the glass in my hand, my knuckles turning white. I had known Spencer was planning to propose. I had even played along, pretending not to notice so he could have his big romantic moment.
But now, it wasn’t a surprise. It was a setup, a scam.
"What if she doesn’t agree?" Ulrich’s voice cut through the air, sharp and smug. "Hmm, maybe we should start making other plan. If she gets pregnant, she won’t have a choice but to marry you."
A shiver ran down my spine. Then Spencer spoke again, his tone light, almost indifferent. "Yeah, I know."
The words knocked the breath out of me.
I had spent years with him, believing I knew him inside and out. But in this moment, everything, the laughter, the memories, the trust, felt like one big lie.
Spencer was never an orphan. That story was just another carefully crafted deception. And the worst part, he had let them into my home. Right under my nose.
If he claimed he had no ulterior motives, I wouldn’t believe him for a second.
Taking a deep breath, I quietly backed into my room, shutting the door as gently as possible. My heart was pounding, my hands were ice-cold, but I forced myself to stay calm.
I needed to see what Spencer would do.