He awkwardly pulled the blanket up over me, speaking in a tentative, coaxing tone. “Don’t worry—once I’ve taken care of Sophie and gotten the Whitmores’ approval, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll give you a better life…”
I stared at him, numb, watching him play the role of the devoted husband. It was nothing short of a cruel joke.
Make it up to me? With what?
Our child was gone. The last tie between us had been severed completely.
What he didn’t know was that the Whitmore recognition he so desperately craved, the favor he’d hoped to earn with that unborn child, had died along with my baby.
I quietly pulled my hand away, gazing out at the pale sky beyond the window, my palm resting over my now-flat stomach.
Daniel Reed, your good days are over.
My sweet baby… Mommy will avenge you.
After three days in the hospital, I could finally get out of bed.
In all that time, Daniel Reed’s name only came up in the nurses’ idle chatter—he had spent nearly every moment in Sophie Lane’s VIP ward, even personally watching over her bird’s nest soup as it simmered.