"Sterile?"
The word hung in the air like poison.
Isabella Laurent was laughing, a cold, hysterical sound, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at my stomach.
"Seth Vega is sterile! He cannot get her pregnant! Which means, Mrs. Vega... you either faked the test, or you are carrying another man's baby!"
Daniel Carter’s eyes widened. He looked at me, then at Seth, a pathetic, desperate hope creeping into his cheap, sweaty face.
Chloe Monroe gasped, her pink gown slipping off her shoulder. "Oh my god. Is it true? Is Seth Vega broken?"
Mr. Laurent started to smile, a cruel, triumphant smirk. "So the heir is a fraud. The merger is back on the table."
I stood in the center of the room, in my black silk robe, my heart hammering. I looked at Seth.
My husband. The man whose hand was
