“So your father won’t help you abort it,” Elizabeth said, and my eyes faltered. Her words hit me like a knife, and for a moment, I could barely breathe. She knew about Caleb, about the choices I had been forced to make in silence, and now she wielded that knowledge like a weapon. I remained quiet, carefully choosing each breath, each heartbeat, trying to steady the storm inside me.“I should be your wife, Dominic. Me, and not her,” Elizabeth continued, her voice trembling with desperation and anger, her gaze sharp and unrelenting. “He belongs with me. He should have chosen me. Everything he has, everything he is, I should have been the one to claim it.”I stood near the edge of the desk, still catching my breath from the earlier struggle, my chest rising and falling with the rapid rhythm of my pulse. I frowned, my jaw tightening as I processed her words. The chaos of the office still lingered—the scattered papers, the fallen chair, the faint smell of perfume mixed with tension. Every
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