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After three years of being Stuart Hatcher's kept woman, I got pregnant. I was packing my things, ready to run away. Somehow, Stuart found my pregnancy test in a trash can. His face darkened, his voice cold enough to freeze blood. "Who is the bastard's father?" he asked. My scalp prickled with instant terror as I stared into his bloodshot eyes. Words Stuart had said three years earlier flashed through my mind. "I have a naturally low sperm count. Saves you a lot of trouble." Stuart grabbed my neck suddenly, grinding his teeth. "I want to find out which man with a death wish dares to lay hands on my woman." Later, he looked at my son, who looked almost exactly like him when he was a child. Stuart, the man who dominated the business world, asked bewilderedly, "Why does he look exactly like me when I was little?"