"How much did you hear?" His voice dropped dangerously low.
Georgia snatched her clothes, clutching them to her chest.
"Enough," I said coldly. "I heard you stripping her."
He cursed, then guided me to a chair, his demeanor shifting from rage to manipulation.
"Gracie, be reasonable. I'm the founder of Skyfire Group. I built this empire."
He met my eyes—no remorse.
"Without an heir, who inherits the company? You lost our child. You can't conceive anymore. What choice did I have?"
Victor punctuated his desperation with sharp, stinging slaps to his own face.
Thud.
He dropped to his knees before me. "But Gracie, Gigi is pregnant. I have a child now."
He looked up, eyes swimming with guilt and entitlement. "Have mercy on me. Let Gigi carry this baby to term. The heir to the Skyfire Group cannot be born out of wedlock."
He shuffled closer, grabbing the hem of my skirt. "The moment the child turns one month old, I'll divorce her. I'll court you again. We'll remarry, and you'll resume your place as Mrs. Weston."
Georgia crawled forward to kneel beside him. "Professor Sullivan, punish me however you want, but please—don't blame Victor. He loves you."
Love?