**The Radiant Beauty vs. The Cold and Reckless Heir**
On the day I went to the hospital for an abortion, I caught my husband cradling his ex-girlfriend, murmuring sweet nothings to soothe her.
It was just menstrual cramps, yet he fussed over her as if she were some priceless treasure.
The moment he spotted me, his expression turned icy, his eyes filled with disgust. "Olivia Bennette," he sneered, "don’t tell me you’re pregnant?"
"I never wanted to marry you in the first place. Know your place. A scheming woman like you isn’t fit to bear my child."
I merely smiled.
Perfect. I didn’t want this child either.
When I switched hospitals for the procedure, the doctor turned out to be my ex-husband’s uncle.
The man’s long, elegant fingers brushed over my abdomen, his dark eyes unreadable as his deep voice rumbled, "Olivia Bennette, is there a chance... this is mine?"
