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    There was no love between them. Not even a sliver. Both times he’d touched her, it had been forced. If she really was pregnant, she didn’t know how she could live with it. With herself.


    “Only one way to find out,” William said tly.


    His voice was indifferent—like this had nothing to do with him. She couldn’t tell if he wanted a positive result or not.


    Without another word, she snatched the test from his hand and stormed into the bathroom.


    Once inside, she sat on the toilet, gripping the test with cold fingers. Her heart was pounding in her chest, wild and panicked. Her eyes fixed on the little stick, her pupils narrowing.


    Please, no. Please, please, no.


    A sudden knock on the bathroom door made her jump. “Do you have the result?” William’s voice came through the door.


    Ste looked down again. One line.


    Relief washed over her so hard her knees nearly buckled. She got up, unlocked the door, and shoved the test into his hand. “Negative. Happy now?”


    William stared at the single line. A strange, dull ache stirred in his chest.


    He wasn’t even sure what oue he’d been hoping for.


    Ste saw the shift in his expression—the tightness around his eyes, the flicker of something… unreadable. And she couldn’t resist twisting the knife.


    “What’s with that look, William?” she sneered. “Didn’t you say you hated me? Are you seriously disappointed that I’m not carrying your baby?”


    She nailed it, and he knew it. His jaw tensed. But he wasn’t one to back down. “And you,” he fired back, “do you even know that home pregnancy tests aren’t one hundred percent urate?”


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    Her stomach dropped. That flicker of relief vanished. Her fingers curled around the test kit, white-knuckled. “If I am pregnant,” she said slowly, “I’ll get rid of it.”


    There was no way she’d let herself carry his child.


    William’s face darkened. Her words hit him like a p. In a sh, he grabbed her wrist, grip tight. His voice dropped, sharp and cold.


    “If you’re pregnant, I won’t let you touch a single pill or scalpel. I’ll keep you under watch around the clock until that baby is born.”


    William’s stare was so intense that every drop of blood in Ste’s body seemed to freeze. She used all her strength to break free from his grip. “Don’t kid yourself!” she shouted. “Even if I have to avoid every hospital, I won’t keep this child!”


    Williamughed coldly, dragged her to the bedside, and shoved her onto the mattress. “Then we’ll see about that.”


    Ste sat up fast and jumped to her feet. “William, you’re crazy!”


    He hated her. So why was he forcing her to have his baby? The child was innocent. Hadn’t he thought about what it would mean to bring a kid into a home filled with nothing but hate?


    She couldn’t imagine a life without love for any child of hers.


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