Chapter 28

Heather watched as Jason's face darkened rapidly, and a wave of satisfaction washed over her.

To twist the knife deeper, she added, "I've always wanted to have Brett's child. Why go through the trouble with anyone else when I can have one from him?"

She didn't look directly at him, but she could feel the coldness radiating from his body.

Why was he so upset? They were just using each other. Isn't that what he had said? It was all about revenge, and she was just a tool for his revenge.

His grip on her arm was still unrelenting, no matter how hard she tried to pull away. The pressure was biting into her skin, and the anger rose in her chest.

She reached into her bag, pulled out a medical report, and threw it at him.

"Take a good look," she said impatiently. "I'm not pregnant. It's just stomach flu, nothing you need to worry about."

Jason stared at the report, his eyes glued to it for a long, silent moment.

Heather seized the opportunity to yank her arm free and shoved him