Instead, he turned his attention back to Vivian and only moved toward the hospital when I had disappeared from his view.
I saw everything clearly from the corner, the pain in my chest like a needle piercing through my heart.
Breathing was hard. Every inhale felt like I was suffocating.
I sat down on a bench by the flower bed in the square, my phone vibrating in my pocket.
It was an ultrasound image.
"I already have Uncle Marcus' child. How could your 600 million deep red ruby necklace compare to the baby growing in my belly? He’ll be the heir of the Rivers Family, the fruit of my love with Uncle Marcus."
Vivian was pregnant?
Yes, how could she not be pregnant after all the times they’ve been together?
Marcus must be thrilled, living out his games, his desires, without any restraint.
Would he abort their child for me?
No, I won’t forgive him.
No matter how deep the love may have seemed, it couldn’t withstand the temptation of the flesh.
What am I still holding on for?
It has nothing to do with me anymore.
Let them do whatever they want.
Yet, despite the coldness in my thoughts, a wave of loss and despair washed over me.