Ethan's gaze landed on the painting in my hands. The owner had just stepped forward to introduce it when Ethan spoke, his tone commanding:
"We'll take this painting."
He handed the owner a bank card, then turned to me. "Alex, pick another one."
I kept my expression cold and said nothing.
Victoria's voice came out sweet and delicate. "Alex, let me have it. This painting can be the first blessing the baby sends to Grandpa."
The owner had already run the card. Victoria stepped forward, reaching for the painting in my hands.
I gripped it tighter, about to refuse—but she leaned in and whispered, her voice low enough for only me to hear:
"Alex, aren't you curious why you've been with Ethan for seven years and still can't get pregnant?"
My heart clenched. A terrible premonition washed over me.
Seeing my face go pale, her smile turned smug.
"Because every time after you two finish, Ethan slips you birth control pills."
"Seven years. Not a single time missed."
Her words exploded in my ear like a thunderclap, and all the blood in my body seemed to freeze solid.
"He said only I'm worthy of carrying his child. A woman like you who sells herself for money isn't worthy at all."