His Baby, My Revenge
she nodded towards the door, handing me my confiscated items, including the one thing I cared about most.
As I walked into the lobby, my eyes caught on the pacing form of my fucking wife, muttering to herself.
Our eyes locked, and I couldn’t hold back. She was wrapped in my arms, legs around my waist, and belly fighting to keep us apart.
“Rowan,” she choked his name on a silent sob, “This was his doing.”
I fucking knew it.
“Might I remind the two of you of the vultures on the other side of those doors,” Cecelia tried to ruin the moment, but I ignored her, “don’t fucking care. My reputation is already in the mud.”
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