Sensing her gaze, Blayne glanced up, revealing his strikingly handsome face.
But there was only mockery in his expression.
“Come on, Terri, don’t get delusional.”
Meeting her startled eyes, he reached for the scissors on the table.
Grabbing the white silk cloth from beneath the blanket, he made a swift cut across his arm.
The wound was on his forearm—somewhere discreet, unlikely to raise suspicion.
Blayne put his clothes back on and left without looking back, his expression calm, distant, and laced with unmistakable disgust.
“It’s done. Make sure it looks convincing. Don’t cause trouble for me and Vee.”
Terri listened in silence.
At the doorway, he paused for a moment.
“You’ll be attending the party tomorrow. Don’t forget. In front of others, act properly. Do what you’re supposed to do.”
Terri stood still for a long while before stepping barefoot into the bathroom.
She took out everything she had bought from the family planning store, shredded them into pieces, and tossed them into the trash.
Terri pulled up the contract on her phone.
Without hesitation, she signed it.
She put on her sunglasses as she got into the car.
She didn’t want to go, but she had no choice.