Lena’s tone was firm and cold.
I came to a sudden halt, trying to figure out what she really meant.
Then another voice cut in—male, annoyed.
“The night Henry broke off the engagement, you cried under me like your world was falling apart. Funny how that’s not what you said then. And don’t even try to deny that the baby's mine. Look at the timing! My kid—I’ll raise it myself!”
My eyes flew wide in shock. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.
I always knew Lena wasn’t exactly a saint—but I thought she’d changed. I mean, being truly loved by someone like Henry, how could she still mess around with someone else?
But Lena clearly got triggered. Her voice shot up, shrill and sharp.
“You? Raise a kid? With what, Vincent? Even this villa you live in—paid for with Henry’s mone
