To Save My Daughter, I'll Bear His Child Again

Chapter 4

Steven's eyes burned with hatred, mixed with a pain I could never fully understand.

"I spared your life—not so you could debase yourself."

I could barely breathe, yet a giddy thrill made me almost laugh aloud.

He was the one who had trampled me into the mud. What right did he have to speak of debasement now?

Just as Steven was about to strangle me, a knock came at the door, followed by a woman's soft, gentle voice.

"Steven, are you in there?"

His grip on my throat loosened instantly. I collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

He crouched beside me and hissed, "Don't make a sound."

Mike, Steven's assistant, quickly intervened. "Ms. Moore, Mr. Jones just stepped out."

"How strange. Steven didn't mention it. He's been so busy lately." Her laughter carried an air of elegance.

I recognized her instantly—Steven's fiancée, Julie Moore.

I'd seen their engagement announcement while in prison.

In the news photo, her smile was pure, her eyes curved into crescents, like an angel untouched by suffering.

A fellow inmate had sneered that Julie and I looked alike, came from similar backgrounds, yet I had squandered my advantages and fallen lower than a p********e.

Steven wore an expression of unprecedented tension, clearly deeply concerned about his fiancée.

He immediately took out his phone to message Julie.

For a moment, I was dazed.

I'd once waited four hours for Steven in a snowstorm, frozen stiff—only to be dismissed with a careless, "I forgot."

But now, he couldn't bear to let Julie stand outside for even a moment longer.

This was the cruelty of love—the difference between being cherished and being discarded.

I pounced and sank my teeth into his wrist.

Caught off guard, Steven fumbled, his phone hitting the carpet with a dull thump.

He shoved me against the wall, growling through clenched teeth, "Maeve, you're asking to die!"

My fingers danced over his Adam's apple. "Have you slept with her?"

Steven sucked in a sharp breath and tried to push me away, but I closed the gap, capturing his lips.

We crashed together in a feverish kiss, my spine grinding against the wall as I locked my arms around his neck, clinging like a drowning woman.

"What was that sound?" Julie's voice drifted through the door.

One wall separated us from his fiancée.

The doorknob turned with agonizing slowness, a blade of light slicing through the darkness.

Then Mike intervened. "Ms. Moore, Mr. Jones asked me to escort you downstairs to wait."

The knob clicked back into place. "Very well."

She didn't enter.

Perfect. This was exactly what I wanted. The near-discovery had electrified Steven. His arousal now burned hotter than before.

Just as I suspected.

Steven and Julie had no chemistry behind closed doors.