Back then, Erica wanted revenge on her husband for his affairs, so she picked a male model at random for a single night. She never expected to end up pregnant with me.
The doctor warned her that, given her condition, an abortion might leave her unable to conceive again.
So, she kept the pregnancy a secret. And when I was born, she ordered Ezekiel, who knew the truth, to leave me in the snow to freeze to death.
But he was just a boy, too afraid to take a life. Instead, he left me on the doorstep of my adoptive mother’s house.
For twenty years, she and I lived together until Ezekiel found me again. This time, he wasn’t offering salvation. He demanded that I donate my eggs to Evie as if my body belonged to the Cavendish family.
In his mind, if not for him, I would have died long ago. Any sacrifice I made for them was only fair.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and met his gaze.
"Because of your fleeting hesitation that night, I lost seven years of my freedom. I lost all of my eggs. I can never have children of my own."
"What I owed you, I’ve already repaid."