You were entangled in a web of emotions for your enigmatic billionaire boss. His words, "You will never be the mother of my children," pierced your heart, for you carried a secret within you—a child conceived in the clandestine chambers of your forbidden affair.

Your engagement was a facade, a charade orchestrated to deceive the world. But your love for him was genuine, blossoming with each stolen glance and whispered promise. You watched him tenderly dote on his niece, your heart swelling with a love that dared not speak its name.

Through the highs and lows, your affection deepened, until the pain of loving Hale from afar became unbearable. Fearing the agony of unrequited love, you fled, only to be met with a cruel twist of fate. Injured and bleeding, you teetered on the precipice of despair, your unborn child's life hanging in the balance. As darkness threatened to engulf you, you awoke to his anxious gaze.

The doctor's assurances about your and baby's safety offered solace, but his pallid face betrayed a revelation that shattered your fragile facade. His question hung in the air. "Congratulations. Who is the father?" he uttered, each word a dagger to your wounded soul...