In that moment, the love I believed in shattered. It had all been a lie—a carefully crafted trap.
Fine. If this is the game they want to play, I’ll play my part.
I pulled out my phone and calmly dialed the hospital’s number.
“Hello, I’d like to schedule an abortion appointment.”
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Inside, the laughter continued.
“If that fool of a wife gives birth without even knowing who the father is, don’t you think she’ll go mad?” someone jeered.
Alaric sneered.
“She’s too stupid to find out. And even if she does—what can she do now? Abort the baby at eight months? Come on. No one else would want her. I’m her only option.”
Another man chimed in, smirking.
“Everyone knows how obsessed Seraphine is with you. She even forced Calla to leave just so she could marry you. That’s cold.”
Calla.
Alaric’s adopted sister. The same girl who had once knelt before me, begging me to send her abroad. I had done it to protect her.
And this is how they repay me?
“But seriously,” Cassian said with a sly grin, “we’re all dying to know—whose baby is she carrying?”
Alaric looked disgusted.