“Honestly?” Nathan sighed, the sound of a man relieved of a burden. “It’s not like I wanted the baby. She was the one who kept pushing for it. She was obsessed. I just went along with it because my grandfather has been breathing down my neck for a legitimate heir. I needed the old man off my back.”
The world tilted on its axis. I felt bile rise in my throat. He didn’t want our child? The nursery we painted? The names we picked out? It was all a lie?
“I only want to have a baby with you, Danica,” Nathan whispered, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “You know that.”
“Then divorce her!” Danica cried, her voice rising in desperation. “Why won’t you? Why are we still doing this? Marry me, Nathan. Let’s have our own baby.”
“Baby, we talked about this,” Nathan said, his tone placating. “I can’t just divorce her yet. If I leave her now, especially after she just lost the kid? The press would crucify me. Also, my grandpa. And your brother? He’d kill me if he found out I was sleeping with you while married to her.”
“So we wait?”
“We wait until the inheritance is signed over. Once I have full control, I’ll cut her loose. I promise.”