Pregnant, Betrayed, And Seeking My Vengeance

ars, empire heir Cash Robinson, in the same clinic where

uard dogs. As they mauled me, I heard Cash walk away, b

th the help of his best friend, I' m coming b

pte

za

n the sterile silence of a clinic waiting room, t

he charity case, the housekeeper' s daughter who had somehow cap

d about the tragic accident on the slick Hamptons road, where he' d swerved to sav

on, a five-year deal I wasn' t supposed to know about but learned of through hushed arguments behind study doors. If Cash could succe

r deadline w

ad been distant, his nights spent at the office growing longer, hi

to my hair two nights ago, his voice thick with e

o those words

a spark of wild, terrifying hope ignited in my chest. A baby. O

before I surprised him. I scheduled an appointment at the most exclusive private clinic on the

s where

rine

e daughter of a new-money tech giant, a socialite whose picture was plastered across every gossip colum

world, and I hated the way Cash' s eyes would sometimes fol

rner chair. She approached the front d

ured hand resting unconsciously, almost possessively, on her flat stomach. A cold dread, sharp and

walked past her in a daze, my h

ion felt like a death sentence. "Congratulatio

lurry speck that was supposed to be our future-and

sweet perfume in the air. As I was about to leave, I hea

She' s about six weeks, too. Said she wanted to confirm everything

orld

Rob

we

aring silence of my mind. It couldn' t be.

new it

ne from a charity ball a month and a half ago. Cash was laughing, his arm around my waist, but his eyes w

e Yang'

s perfume. He' d said it was a business dinner, that she' d spilled a drink on him. He' d pulled me into his a

s all

The "business"

r. He answered on the second ring, his voice

za. Everyth

d of his voice, the easy af

oncern creeping in. "Just wrapping things

t was a wounded, animal sound t

t was burning my skin. This speck of life, our child, was conceived fro

ther, who never trusted the Robinsons. The way I' d put my own Columbia Law degree on the back burner, taking a quiet tea

rming smile, as if the title were already mine. And I' d believe

a

gement announcement with Cash Robinson. Not a

r now, laced with genuine worry

tulations on your impending fatherhood. Wh

s was a poiso

ung

e, the one I' d kissed good morning for 1,825 days. The

. I saw his hand on her stomach. I heard him whisp

ep, shudder

ed the

locked hi

a lifeline to him, was now just a pi

lik

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