Viggo replied softly, “Not yet. Her father’s money hasn’t fully come through.”
Carmilla frowned. “Seven years of marriage and you still haven’t squeezed all the value out of her?”
He chuckled. “Jealous now? Wasn’t marrying her your idea? You said she had a strong build, good for having kids. You wanted her to carry the baby so you could focus on your career without worries, right?”
Carmilla snorted lightly, her eyes smug. “Well, Cruella’s already grown. I hate hiding like this. I don’t want paparazzi calling me a mistress someday, when I knew you first.”
Viggo nodded, his tone soothing. “Don’t worry. I’ve always been careful with her. She’ll never get pregnant with my child.”
“Cruella will be our only child. I’ll handle the divorce cleanly and then marry you.”
My mind exploded with a loud buzz.
All those years, Viggo had claimed he had weak fertility. He begged me again and again to do IVF. He even knelt and swore he would love me for life. I softened. I agreed.
For an entire year, I endured injections, hormone treatments, and pregnancy preservation. God, I nearly died on the operating table!
All along, it was never about wanting a child, huh?