Chapter 11

His words left me stunned. Darius’s sharp gaze locked onto mine, his eyes burning with icy fury. He spoke slowly, each word cutting like a dagger. “You had an abortion behind my back. And outside the operating room, your lover was waiting for you. The first thing you said wasn’t to explain the pregnancy or the abortion. No, you were begging him for mercy. So tell me... is this child really mine?” My lashes trembled, and tears rushed to my eyes, soaking my pale face. He was always doubting me. “Does it really matter?” I asked, my voice thick with tears as I met his gaze. “You were never going to let me keep the baby anyway. Am I wrong? You would never let me carry your child.” “When did I ever say that?” I couldn’t help but remember how he had always thought a child would be nothing but trouble. He had insisted I take the pill, trying to prevent me from getting pregnant. But if I had gotten pregnant, how could he possibly make me terminate it? That would be his child—h