I forced a smile. “I’m preparing a funeral for Gwen. After all, you won’t help me, right? So it’s better this way.”
His jaw twitched. “So you’d give her up, then? Rather than begging me?”
My chest heaved. “You want me to beg for her? For our child?”
“Yes,” he said coldly, stepping closer. “Prove to me this isn’t your scheme. Kneel. Kiss my shoes if you must. Show me you’re not lying.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “No thanks. I’m done with you.”
I pushed past him, but his voice thundered behind me. “You’re turning your back on me now?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Because you don’t deserve to be Gwen’s father.”
His lips curled into a cruel smile. “Well, up to you. At least she won’t be an heir. And you—” his gaze dropped, venomous “—you won’t give me another child anyway. You’re barren after giving birth to Gwen. So it’s your loss, not mine. You’re nothing to me now.”
The words sliced me open, but I forced my chin up. “Then don’t worry. You’ll be happy when I’m gone.”
Before he could retort, Nadine’s voice shrieked from down the hall. “Leandro! Please—take me to the hospital! My tummy—ah!”