Those mistresses had his children while she couldn't.
After turning fifty, she completely gave up on the idea of carrying Damon's baby.
Instead, she tried to win me over so that she could guarantee her status as my father's wife.
Eva took my hand and said, "Claire, I hope you will carry Hawkins' son soon."
As soon as she finished speaking, my stomach churned and I retched.
When Hawkins accompanied me to the hospital, we ran into his beloved.
Maria fixed her eyes at him affectionately, her long hair falling idly on her shoulders.
Hawkins struggled out of his arm which linked with mine.
I didn't expect that I would get pregnant so quickly.
But I welcomed the arrival of this baby.
Considering that Hawkins graduated from Harvard with a master's degree, I figured that our child might inherit his brain.
Nothing was a big deal to me, except for death.
"Hawk, it has been a while." Maria then turned to look at me, the warmth vanishing from her eyes. "Hello, Claire."
I responded with a nod.
"Why are you here, Maria?" Hawkins inquired, his voice as indulgent and restrained.
What was the matter? Were they flirting in front of me?
This was the second time that I had met Maria today.