Page 186 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

A faint smile curves her lips.

“But I already know the answer.”

I hold her gaze.

“It’s up to you whether you want to keep playing this game. Whatever you try, you won’t manipulate me anymore. It’s over.”

She stares at me, hatred burning in her eyes. She understands.

Something shifts in her expression colder, sharper.

“You think you’ve won?” she murmurs.

She takes a step toward me.

“Not even close.”

A slow, dangerous smile.

“You’ll pay for this.”

Her voice turns soft again.

“And you’ll come back.”

A beat.

“On your knees.”

I don’t respond. There’s nothing to gain by dragging this out.

I turn to the doctor, who is now watching us with professional restraint.

“Thank you, doctor.”

I walk out, and the door closes behind me.

I look for Valeria.

She’s there, sitting in the waiting room, hands clasped on her lap, pale as a sheet.

Stephen is beside her—solid, silent. I’m grateful he’s there for her.

She sees me.

Her gaze flicks first to the door behind me, instinctively looking for Bianca, then comes back to me, confusion growing.

I’m alone.

I walk toward her. I don’t check who might be watching from the reception desk or the other seats in the waiting room.

I don’t care.

I pull her into my arms.

She folds into me as if her body still remembers exactly how to fit against mine.

“The baby isn’t mine,” I tell her against her temple.