Ever since Liam broke up with me in person, we had no contact. I'd blocked him on everything—if it was over, it was over for good. It was about being responsible for myself and for anyone else who might come into my life.
More importantly, I couldn't let Liam look down on me or criticize me behind my back. I needed him to see that I had some backbone!
As I was steeling myself, wiping away tears, I received a call from the hospital.
The call from the hospital left me reeling. They informed me that my test results had come back, and it turned out my uterine lining was too thin. After a miscarriage, they warned, I might never be able to get pregnant again. They advised me to think carefully before scheduling the procedure.
I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning.
After checking my bank balance, I called my boss at the news department. "I'll take the report on the Moore Group's heir," I said firmly.
My boss' face lit up immediately. "Cecilia, you've finally come to your senses! We've had so many colleagues try and fail. But you, you're our star. With your skills and looks, you're bound to nail it!"
I laid out my terms right away. "If I get it, I want my year-end bonus doubled."