As I was reflecting on everything, it was impossible for me to reconcile the image of Liam with that of a wealthy young heir.
It wasn't that he wasn't attractive; it was just that he was so down-to-earth he didn't fit the image of a high-society playboy at all.
The thought of my unborn child and the looming interview made my head spin.
I wondered, If he really is the one I'm supposed to be covering, can I honestly stay calm and write a piece about him being all lovey-dovey with another woman? Can I report live from his wedding to someone else? What is this, bringing my child to his father's and stepmother's wedding? No, Leah isn't even a stepmother. The moment this baby is born, it'll be branded a bastard.
The thought of it sent chills down my spine.
But the trouble didn't end there. Liam's fiancée, Leah, had set her sights on my baby.
I'd never been one to sit back and let things happen, so I put on a show.
Leah found me outside a shady clinic, looking haggard and pale.
She stared at me with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Did you really go through with it? Did you terminate the pregnancy?"
I flashed her a grin. "What else? Are you planning to give your fiancé to me?"