Chapter 6

I pushed myself up slowly, my cold gaze locking onto Emily. "Three years," I said, my voice dangerously low. "You and Victor have been playing me for a fool for three years.

"And now you have the nerve to stand here, pregnant with his child, waving this pathetic divorce agreement in my face? Telling me to 'let him go'?"

I snatched the papers from her hand without even glancing at them, my knuckles white as I gripped the edges.

With a sharp, satisfying rip, I tore the agreement clean in two, the sound echoing in the sterile hospital room.

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