I knew he was capable of it.
If I didn't sign, the distillery wouldn't last another thirty minutes.
The man who once told me the Graves Group stood behind the distillery was now the one standing against it.
Even knowing that, it still hurt.
I held his stare, my eyes burning red against my will. "Fine. I'll sign."
Conrad reached over and stroked the top of my head. "That's more like it."
When Desiree got the signed transfer agreement, she rubbed her belly and announced, gloating, "Look, baby. This is the gift Daddy prepared for your arrival."
"You're the sole heir to the Graves Group now."
Then her gaze drifted down to my stomach. "Tracey, you should really take care of that pregnancy. You don't even know who the father is—the Graves family isn't going to foot the bill for someone else's child."
I paused, then spoke slowly, word by word. "Sole heir to the Graves Group. So what? As long as I don't agree to a divorce, the child in your belly will always be illegitimate."
"And you will always be the other woman."
4
The color drained from her face. She looked instinctively toward Conrad.
His brow was knotted tight, his voice low with warning. "Tracey. Don't push it."