Then his gaze shifted to me.
“You planned this,” he whispered.
“No,” I answered softly. “You did.”
And for the very first time since I had known him, genuine pan!c appeared in Adrian Carter’s eyes.
He had no clue whatsoever what was about to happen.
Vanessa regained her composure before anyone else.
She strode into the room as though she were still enjoying her dramatic entrance down the wedding aisle, carefully lifting the hem of her gown above the hospital floor.
The scent of her costly perfume overwhelmed the sterile atmosphere, although the slight shake beneath her polished smile did not escape me.
“This is ridiculous,” she spat. “You actually had a baby just to sabotage my wedding? Are you really that desperate, Emma?”
The nurse adjusting my IV paused uncomfortably beside the bed.
I studied Vanessa’s glittering tiara, her immaculate makeup, the face of a woman beginning to understand she had never truly gained anything.
“Congratulations, Vanessa,” I said quietly. “You finally managed to keep the man you stole.”
