“As for Diana... she’s an adult. She needs to learn to stand on her own.”
Vanessa sighed, pushing him away half-heartedly, her voice laced with false reluctance.
“Anthony, I know how much you care for me. But Diana is still young—she’ll get pregnant again sooner or later. Do you think she’d ever let Cooper inherit from you?"
“Forget it. I don’t want to make things difficult for you. As long as I can see you often, I’m happy... It’s just unfair to our son.”
Anthony’s gaze softened, as if a decision had crystallized in his mind.
He pulled out his phone and called the property manager.
“I’ll give you another two million. In a while, I’ll pretend to go out. You take some men and iron rods to my place—make sure Diana’s womb is destroyed.”
“Vanessa, I promised you our son would be my only heir. I won’t let you have any worries.”
Watching their intimate figures disappearing into the stairwell, I stumbled back to my bedroom, my chest tightened, my eyes burning.
So the surveillance footage hadn’t been lost by accident—it was destroyed to protect the woman he loved.
The man I had loved for seven years already had a child with someone else—and had hidden them right upstairs.
Then what was I?