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Declan knew all of this better than anyone, yet he still chose to use it against me. My eyes burned. "Declan Mercer, you b*stard!" The moment he saw my tears, something akin to shock flickered across his face. He moved toward me on instinct. Petra caught his arm and leaned into him, her voice syrupy and sweet. "But, Mrs. Mercer, isn't what he said the truth? "You really haven't been able to get pregnant this whole time. "Any other man would've kicked you to the curb ages ago, but Declan put up with it for six years.

She stuttered, and I could sense panic, so I pulled my cap off. "Jeremy Deluca..." She beamed, her eyes widened. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Jeremy... I... I watch all the Cheetahs' games, you're my favorite player." She squeaked, "you look even more handsome in real life. OMG!" As much as I was loving the praises, her loud voice was already grabbing attention. "Hey... Where can I... Where's Nadia Smith's office? She got newly appointed." I wore my cap back, dreading to be noticed by those ever-ready content creators and make-believe paparazzi.

I said, trying to sound annoyed. Her father smiled, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Well then, I’ll look forward to celebrating your twentieth birthday soon, Andrea.” He extended his hand. “It’s Martins,” he said, correcting the “sir” with an easy smile. "Nice meeting you, Martins," I replied, taking his hand in a firm handshake. His fingers were warm and strong, and as he held onto my hand, I felt my heart race, and again I wondered what does fingers would do inside me in the come and go motion.