Chapter 7

As I watched with cold detachment, fate finally took a turn.

Melanie went into premature labor before the baby had reached eight months. It was inevitable.

She was scrubbing dishes late into the night, then getting up at dawn to feed the cats—barely catching a wink of sleep.

And to make things worse, Blaise was always bleeding her dry.

All just so she could keep up her perfect persona and refuse any so-called shameful money.

No wonder—without enough cash to nourish herself, how could anyone expect her baby to be born healthy?

Melanie kept blowing up my phone, but I…