Chapter 4

Oliver.

I lifted my gaze to meet Oliver's furrowed brow. He looked at me with disdain, turning his eyes away in disgust. "Karen Woodward, how did you let yourself get into this state?

"I told you long ago to stop interfering in my life. Why did you insist on getting close to me?

"Do you really think that just because you had my child, I would marry you? You're dreaming. The only person I love is Cynthia."

Hearing those words felt like my heart was being ripped apart.

Even though I had suspected his betrayal—being cornered by "Cynthia" in the delivery room was a clear sign—I still winced at his words meant to placate her, drawing a line between us.

We had loved each other for eight years.

From helping each other in a foreign land to struggling together when we returned to start a business, we had never given up on each other, even during the toughest times.

Now, with my father's covert support, his company had successfully gone public, and his career was thriving.