Sapphire doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach like she'd just heard the joke of the century. "CEO of the Mason Group? Why don't you take a good look at yourself! Morton already drew up his will—the whole company goes to the baby in my belly! If he were really just some live-in husband, where would he get a company to leave to my child?"
Every muscle in my body locked. The blood in my veins turned to ice.
"...You're pregnant?"
At that moment, Morton shoved the door open and barged in, flustered and panicked.
"Sapphire, what's going on? What's all the commotion? Why are the bodyguards in here?"
The second he saw me, the color drained from his face. His feet stopped dead.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I didn't lunge at him.
I just stood there, my gaze scraping across his face inch by inch, my voice cold enough to freeze the air between us.
"Morton Finley. The will. The baby. The bodyguards. This house."
"Would you like to explain? Personally?"
Morton's pupils contracted sharply. The panic lasted only a heartbeat before something hardened behind his eyes, like he'd made a decision. His expression turned stone-cold, and the way he looked at me was so foreign it cut to the bone.