The words didn’t register. They couldn’t.
I stared at her, waiting for the punchline, for her to say she was joking. But she didn’t.
"That’s not possible," I breathed. "I—I can’t have children."
"The tests don’t lie," she said gently. "You’re about three weeks along."
I pressed a shaking hand against my stomach. I had spent years believing I was infertile. Years watching Luther look at me with disappointment, watching him seek solace in Catherine. And now…
A child. Luther’s child.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. No. I couldn’t let him find out. He had already discarded me like trash. If he knew about the baby, he would use it against me.
I turned to Vander, my voice hoarse. "Luther can’t know."
Vander didn’t look surprised. He studied me for a long moment before nodding. "What do you want to do?"
My chest tightened. "I want a divorce."
His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t argue. "And the baby?"
I clenched my fists. "I won’t let him take my child."
Silence stretched between us before I forced myself to meet his gaze. "Would you… would you be willing to claim the baby as yours?"