Chapter 7 The Reckoning

I smirked. "Miss Shaw, if having his baby doesn't make you his wife, I truly can't help you. You're wasting your breath.

"Think about it—if he has a mistress, why can't there be a second or a third in line? After all, the next one might be even better."

I tilted my head, pretending to ponder the situation. "And let's be real—his parents would approve of almost anyone before they'd accept you. Marrying you would be like pulling teeth, and you know it."

My words sliced through her like a blade, and her face twisted with anger. "If he's thinking of ditching me, he can dream on!"

I waved her toward the door. "If you've got time to bother me, go make a scene with him. Maybe find his other mistresses. I'm sure there are plenty of them to keep you busy."

Her face blanched, and she fled, barely holding herself together.

News of her premature delivery reached me through a friend who happened to be on call that night.

My friend, an obstetrician, sounded almost incredulous when she called