My voice came out low and shaky.
“I already took labor inhibitors… I delayed my labor on purpose. I stepped aside for your perfect little family. So why? Why won’t you even let me give birth to my baby? Why drug me? Why try to kill my children?”
He stiffened. His brows furrowed in confusion.
“That’s nonsense. Your due date was last night. I already asked the doctor. You should’ve given birth already.”
Cold sweat broke across my skin as the pain spiked. Gasping, I grabbed his hand and pulled it toward my still-high belly.
“Look—look at me! I haven’t given birth!”
But he didn’t even glance down. Instead, he yanked his hand away like I’d burned him and gave me a disgusted look.
“Cut the act. If you want people to believe you didn’t try to hurt Shannah, then tomorrow at the press conference, admit you couldn’t conceive. Admit it was you who begged Shannah to carry the child for you.”
“Then hand over all your shares, all your assets, to her and her baby. From now on, you’ll serve them—and serve them well.”
He leaned in, his words colder than ever.