8

It wasn't until late at night that I received a message from Jemma. I could feel my fingers trembling slightly as I took a deep breath and opened the chat. There was only one sentence and a video.

"Sorry, Miss Lewis, he doesn't want your child."

My hands shook as I clicked on the video. In the video, I saw an intimate moment between them. Jemma, breathing heavily, sat on Zac's lap with her bare shoulder showing. His eyes were filled with desire, and he couldn't resist pulling her closer.

Amid Jemma's soft sounds, Zac reassured her, "Don't be sad, she wouldn't dare to harm you."

Jemma stopped him from kissing her by placing her hand on his lips and asked, "Are you really willing to give up the child she's carrying for the sake of our son?"

Zac seemed a bit annoyed by her interruption. He casually bit her hand and replied, "I already have Lucas, that's enough."

These seemingly casual words felt like painful daggers, each one piercing me deeply. As their conversation ended, they couldn't