Her relationship with Jonathan Blake had ended in the worst possible way inside the elegant dining room of the Blake family mansion. His mother, Margaret Blake, had sat at the head of the table with a graceful smile that concealed words sharper than knives.
“Women like you appear around wealthy families every year,” Margaret had said with cold politeness. “You will not be the first woman who tries to attach herself to my son.”
Angela had felt the insult cut deeper than any rejection ever had.
She had never needed Jonathan’s wealth or influence, and everyone who truly knew her understood that she had always succeeded by her own work.
Jonathan had remained silent during that conversation.
He had not defended her.
He had not contradicted his mother.
He had simply sat there as if love could be quietly sacrificed in order to keep peace inside the family.
“If that is truly how you see me, Jonathan, then I should not be part of your life,” Angela had said that night with a steady voice even though her heart felt shattered.
He had not followed her when she walked away.
Two weeks later the pregnancy test revealed the truth.