Chapter 3

Andrew's expression grew awkward for a moment before he snapped, "I've already explained it. Carol is just my cousin. Can you stop being so unreasonable?"

I stood across from them, feeling like I didn't belong at all.

My heart ached so much it felt frozen, and even breathing hurt. I spoke in a slow, halting voice.

I said coldly, "Cousin.

"Andrew, didn't you say you never take cases for people you know?"

Sophie once almost went to jail after her boyfriend betrayed her, trying to make her take the fall for the company.

I begged Andrew Grant to defend her.

But he just sneered, "If she wasn't trying to get something out of it, why would anyone agree to be a company's legal rep?

"I don't take cases for people I know. Go find someone else who's better at this."

In the end, Sophie was sentenced to a year in prison, her promising future ruined.

Andrew's voice dropped, his eyes full of disappointment as he looked at me.

He said, "Are you really going to keep holding this against me? My Carol is different. She was forced into that marriage."

He called Carol so intimately.

Suddenly, nausea hit me hard, cold shivers running down my spine.

I bent over the flower bed, retching, but only managed to spit up some clear liquid.

I hadn't had a single bite or sip since last night; this whole mess was all I could think about.

Andrew instinctively moved to help.

Just then, Carol suddenly cried out in pain, clutching her stomach.

"Andrew, it hurts. Is it the baby?" she whimpered, her voice trembling.

Andrew immediately lifted Carol into his arms, not even sparing me a glance.

I wiped my mouth messily, letting out a couple of bitter chuckles.

How could I have been so blind? Andrew never cared about me.

The engagement ring on my hand caught the light, stabbing at my eyes. I yanked it off and tossed it into the mess in the flower bed.

I turned on my heel and walked away, not looking back.

Sophie put together all the evidence and dropped it in my inbox.

I went through each file, and with every one I opened, my heart froze a little more.

Turns out, every time Andrew claimed he was working late, he was with Carol instead.

After Carol's husband put Andrew in the ICU, I never left his side for two months, barely slept, gave up a great job, all just to take care of him.

But the moment he got out of the hospital, he was back in court, standing up for Carol.

Andrew helped her get a place, find a job, and get away from her abusive husband, and didn't charge her a dime for any of it.

He even ended up in Carol's bed.

Staring at those payment records, I felt so disgusted I could've puked my guts out.

This was the man I was supposed to marry.

When my parents found out I was calling off the wedding with Andrew, they both tried to talk me out of it.

"Lynn, you really need to think this through. You two are already married; getting a divorce is a huge hassle," my mom said.

"Yeah, Andrew's always treated you well all these years. Don't let something small ruin everything and end up ruining your relationship," my dad added.

I said, annoyed, "Even if it's a hassle, I'm still getting a divorce."

The urge to throw up came rushing back the very next second.

My mom's expression turned sour. She asked, "Lynn, are you?"

I paused, then looked down at my stomach.

I took out a pregnancy test and tried it. Sure enough, I was pregnant.