Too Late , I am Carrying His Child
The man finally said, “You got it. We’ll handle it.”
She hung up the phone slowly and let out a deep breath. For a moment, her face softened. She looked almost sad. But then she laughed quietly, her voice low and dangerous.
“You took what was mine, Savannah,” she whispered to herself. “Now, you’ll pay for it.”
She stood up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. The red liquid shimmered under the light. She lifted the glass and said softly, “To revenge.”
After finishing the drink, she walked to her desk and opened a folder full of papers and photos. There were pictures of Adrian, Savannah, and their little boy, Liam. Clara’s fingers brushed over the photo gently.
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