I turned sharply.
Aldrin stood in the doorway, his eyes sharp, suspicious, already accusing.
I forced my lips into a smile. “I’m making funeral arrangements for Sienna. Since you won’t help me, I figured this is how it ends.”
His jaw tightened. “So that’s it? You’re giving up on her instead of begging me?”
My breath came uneven. “You want me to beg? For our daughter?”
“Yes,” he said coldly, stepping closer. “If this isn’t one of your tricks, then prove it. Kneel. Kiss my shoes if you have to. Show me you’re innocent.”
A bitter laugh escaped my throat. “No. I’m done humiliating myself for you.”
I brushed past him, but his voice boomed behind me. “You’re walking away from me now?”
“Yes,” I answered without turning back. “Because you don’t deserve to be Sienna’s father.”
His mouth curved into something ugly. “Suit yourself. At least she won’t inherit anything. And you—” his eyes dragged over me with venom “—you won’t give me another child anyway. After Sienna, you’re barren. So really, this is your loss. You’re nothing to me now.”
The words cut deep, but I lifted my chin. “Then you won’t miss me when I’m gone.”
Before he could say more, Bianca’s shrill scream echoed from the hallway.