regnancy a fortnight ago. Your wedding’s probably off; having my child will give your family an heir.”
Dominic paused. A fortnight ago?! A wave of grief washed over him. Jane had known about the pregnancy, explaining her departure and calm demeanor. He hadn’t noticed anything.
The thought of hurting Jane for Beverly, a false savior, caused him immense pain. He wiped away his tears, his eyes resolute. He wouldn’t let Beverly keep the child. He’d find Jane, apologize, and make up for twenty years of neglect.
As Dominic turned to leave, Beverly, ignoring her “illness,” clung to him. “Dominic, after six months, you must have some feelings for me?”
But Dominic only saw Jane’s image: the girl who quietly followed him in school, the woman who made him ginger tea. He’d initially dated Jane out of curiosity about lasting love, not deep affection.
Five years later, he’d seen her kindness and care. He realized someone could love so consistently. He’d fallen for Jane without
realizing it.
Dominic’s gaze was cold and distant. “Never. I won’t contact you
again.”
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