SOPHIA’S POV
I reached for the suitcase, but Jace moved faster. His hand closed around my wrist and pulled it down.
The bag hit the floor.
“Let me go,” I said through my teeth.
“No,” he answered. His grip didn’t ease. “You signed the contract, Sophia. You know what that means.”
I tried to pull free. “You can’t use that against me.”
“I can,” he said, dragging the suitcase away from the door. “And I will. You walk out tonight, and I’ll make sure we regret it. I’ll get custody of our baby especially after you already ran away with it once, breach of contract and maybe even public exposure—every single thing you’re scared of will happen.”
My stomach turned. “You wouldn’t. The baby is gone.”
“I would. And I know you’re still carrying our baby. You’re not a good liar,” he said. “I’ll lo
