When the Secret is Revealed, Your Regret Is Too Late

At Adam’s annual jewelry launch, I was shoved hard by Christopher Adam’s companion, Lisa Goodrem, and collapsed onto the cold, polished floor.

She didn’t stop there. With her 10-centimeter high heels, she stepped directly on my swollen belly. A sharp, searing pain shot through me. The next moment, a deep crimson stain spread across the hem of my white dress.

Christopher glanced at me sideways, his expression indifferent, a slight frown creasing his forehead.

“You’re pregnant, yet instead of staying home to care for the baby, you come out to put on a show?” His voice dripped with disdain.