But what surprised me was David.
He didn’t look relieved.
Instead, he frowned, his irritation deepening.
"That’s ridiculous! If you’d just beg me, do you really think I’d throw you out?"
He scoffed.
"Fine, if you’re worried about what people will say, I’ll make a post right now. I’ll tell the world you’re officially Madam Gunn from this day forward."
Funny.
When I was forced into this marriage, he never even held a wedding for me.
Whenever his business partners or friends visited, he never introduced me as his wife—just as a woman who ‘takes care of the kid and keeps the bed warm.’
Everyone knew the truth.
I was just a caged bird, allowed to enjoy a comfortable life for ten years before being discarded.
But I had never cared about a title.
And I certainly didn’t care now.
I smiled faintly.
"The doctor said I might be permanently disabled from this fall. A crippled woman isn’t fit to be Madam Gunn. And she certainly isn’t fit to raise the future heir of the Gunn Family."
For the first time that night, David exhaled in relief.
"Why are you even worried about that?" he said lightly. "With the Gunn Family’s money, we can get you the best doctors."