"Sweetheart, you terminated that little bastard and extracted the fetal stem cells just to repair my womb." Alice's voice dripped with syrupy sweetness. "I'm truly touched. As long as you promise never to go near that tramp again, I'll forgive you."
I clamped my hand over my mouth so hard my fingers nearly tore through my lips.
Thunder cracked through my skull, one bolt after another, shredding everything I thought I knew.
The baby I believed I'd lost on that rainy night—lost by accident, lost through my own carelessness—had been murdered by its own father.
To repair his fake wife's womb.
So that woman, that fraud who'd been playing insane, could carry his child instead.
"I'll give you anything you want. You're carrying the Delgado heir now, so you can't get too worked up, understand?"
Alice smiled, sweet as poison. "Fine. I won't hold it against her anymore. After all, it was her baby that made it possible for me to conceive yours."
Breathing became almost impossible. My vision blurred again, and for one terrible instant, I thought I was dying.