"But I still feel incomplete," Jacqueline replied. "And my mother-in-law won’t let me forget it. Scott, I can’t wait any longer, please, help me."
Scott’s expression softened with heartache, his eyes filled with something I had never seen before; hesitation, longing.
Then, without missing a beat, he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Dr. Ainsley, I want my wife to have a C-section the day after tomorrow. Get everything ready."
"Mr. Foster, that’s risky," the doctor warned. "It’s too soon after the cell fluid injection. Surgery now could be dangerous, and she’d almost certainly lose her uterus."
Scott didn’t even flinch. "It doesn’t matter. I’ve made my decision. Whatever it takes, I want Jacqueline to be a mother."
But what about me, Scott? Was I nothing more than a means to an end? Was my body just something to be sacrificed for your great love?
Tears burned my eyes, but before I could wipe them away, my wheelchair bumped into a vase, knocking it over with a loud crash.
Scott turned sharply, a flicker of panic in his gaze. "Abigail, when did you get here? Did you hear—"
"I didn’t hear anything," I cut in smoothly. "I just got here when I heard voices on the terrace."