The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge
she says gently, lowering the file, “you can no longer get pregnant.”
My breath stutters. Something inside me goes still.
But I refuse it.
No. Victor and I have been married three years. We have a two-year-old daughter, Camryn. Our whole life—our whole marriage—is built on trust, on love, on the belief that we’d build a future together. I won’t let someone’s mistake tear through that.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I say, too quickly, shaking my head. “Victor would never— this is just wrong paperwork. You must have mixed up the files.”