"Seraphina, are you done throwing your tantrum?" William sighed, softening his tone in a deliberate display of what he considered tenderness. "I've already had everything online taken down. I know you're upset, but Alma saved my life. Her reputation is in ruins. I can't just stand by and do nothing."
He stepped forward and reached for my hand. I pulled away without a word.
Something dark flickered through his eyes, but he pressed on. "Stephens Group goes public next week. There can't be any scandals right now. All you have to do is swallow your pride and sign over that neuro-degenerative therapy patent to Alma, free of charge. She enters the company as a technical shareholder, restores her reputation, and in return, I guarantee the position of Mrs. Stephens will always be yours."
I stared at the man standing in front of me and almost laughed.
"So you knew the prenatal report was fake. You went along with it anyway, helped her drag my name through the mud, used my child as a bargaining chip, all to force me to hand over the patent and pave the way for your so-called savior?"