Seraphine’s panic rose. “But what if Vivienne finds out she’s not his mother? She’ll want to donate. Everything could unravel. She could ruin everything!”
Adrian chuckled lightly. “Then I’ll give her the same medicine I used before. She’ll believe whatever I tell her. She always has. It’s you who carried Elias, remember?”
I pressed a hand to my mouth, knees almost giving out.
Seraphine’s voice trembled with fury. “You’d better keep your word, Adrian. If you don’t get rid of her soon, I will. I refuse to let her live in my place any longer.”
He sighed, almost fondly. “You know I love you, Seraphine. I was forced to marry her because of our families. You were always the one I wanted.”
She laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I hated being her stepsister, but as long as I have you… I don’t care.”
A soft, intimate sound—a kiss.
My stomach twisted. I pressed my hand against the wall, trying not to collapse. Every word, every gesture burned through me like fire. My entire marriage, my life, my son—all of it a lie.