Chapter 4

Watching me unleash each word, each syllable bursting with fury from my throat, the suspicion in the minds of the high-ranking officials and prominent guests in the crowd intensified. "Could… Anya actually be the real wife? And Serena is the mistress? Huh… no wonder they never announced the marriage…"

"Look at the way Damian is staring at her belly, so guilty. That child is probably his…"

The whispers in the banquet hall grew louder, making Damian's face flush with even more guilt. Feeling the increasingly faint heartbeat in my womb, I didn't want to argue with them anymore; I just…