Then I heard my husband's voice, cold and businesslike, giving orders into his phone. "Clean it up. Make absolutely sure Phoebe Henson never finds out our marriage certificate is fake."
Benedict Young let out a bitter laugh at whoever was on the other end. "I don't have a choice. I already failed my brother. I can't fail Vivian too. If I want my child with Vivian registered first, Phoebe will just have to deal with it."
"Besides, Phoebe lost her family a long time ago. And she'd never leave me. That night Vivian and I got drunk and made a stupid mistake, I told Phoebe that Vivian stole my sperm sample, and she believed every word. Didn't she?"
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So that was all I was to him. A fool.
I wanted to storm over and confront him, but a warm gush of blood soaked the sheets beneath me.
"Save my baby... please..."
Benedict came rushing toward me, but Naomi's voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "No! Vivian is only three centimeters dilated. She can't deliver before you get back!"
He froze where he stood.
Then he walked over and tried to soothe me. "Phoebe, the doctors are at a conference. Don't worry, they'll be here any minute."
My body went rigid. I felt like I'd been plunged into ice water.