The fear sent me into hard, unrelenting contractions, and I begged the butler to drive me to the hospital.

But he came rushing back from the garage to tell me my car was gone.

Frantic, I lost my footing and fell down the stairs.

I lost the baby.

It turned out Thaddeus had taken my car. Just for the thrill of it.

At some point Thaddeus appeared in the bathroom doorway.

He asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

I didn't answer. As I passed him on my way back to the room, I said, "Thaddeus, I mean it about the divorce."

He gave a cold laugh.

"I told you. You won't get a single cent out of this divorce."

I was too exhausted to pull out that recording and confront him then and there.

So I only answered flatly, "Do as you like."

His temper snapped all at once. He pinned me against the wall and seized my chin.

"Kate, did you ever mean any of it with me? Even once?"

What a joke. A man who only ever slept with me, asking me for sincerity.

As if he'd registered how absurd he sounded, he sneered.

"After all, back then you only told Grandfather about me and Lisa so you could marry into money, didn't you?"

His look stung me for an instant before I steadied again.

"Mm. But I don't want it anymore."

His chest rose and fell, and at last he let go of me and slammed the door on his way out.

I sent the divorce papers to Thaddeus. He didn't reply.

It didn't matter.

That afternoon he called, but it was about something else entirely.

"Mrs. Lambert is hosting a charity gala tonight. She's always been fond of you. We'll go together."

Mrs. Lambert and I were on good terms, and before I left I did owe her a proper goodbye.

"Fine."

Thaddeus said we'd go together. I didn't dwell on it.

He was the head of the Matthews family now. There was no longer any need to hide the thing with Lisa, and he might even use the chance to make their relationship public.

That evening I went to the ballroom alone.

The moment I walked in, I felt the room sizing me up.

Guests leaned in to whisper, not bothering to hide it.

"Mr. Matthews and Miss Dudley are inseparable these days. She came here to humiliate herself?"

"Maybe she knows she's about to get kicked out, and she wants one last taste of high society!"

I couldn't be bothered with them and kept walking, looking for Mrs. Lambert.

A little way off, I spotted Thaddeus and Lisa. They stood at the center of a crowd, talking and laughing easily.

Lisa noticed me first, a smug little smile curling at her lips.

She rose on her toes and murmured something in Thaddeus's ear, and he looked over at me too.

He wore the same arrogant air as always, then suddenly laced his fingers tight through Lisa's and announced to the room, "Everyone, Lisa and I have set our wedding for next month. We'd love for you all to come."

The words landed, and the hall broke into cheers.

Lisa was so moved by the public declaration that she burst into tears.

I watched the whole performance coldly. The instant I looked away, Lisa spoke up.

"Thank you, everyone, but there's one person whose blessing I want most." She turned to me. "Miss Swanson, if it weren't for you back then, Thaddeus and I wouldn't have been apart so long. Why don't you offer it as your apology?"

I met her eyes and smiled faintly.

"Of course. I'll bless not only the two of you, but also... the baby in your belly. He won't have to be born a bastard now."

"You—!"

Lisa's brows shot up in fury.

Just then, Mrs. Lambert finally appeared.

Her face dark, she rounded on Thaddeus and Lisa.

"This is my gala! If you want to put on a love show, go build your own stage for it!"

She turned to Lisa, her gaze sharpening.

"You say Kate broke you and Thaddeus apart. Where's your proof?"

Lisa didn't flinch.

"I noticed long ago the way she looked at Thaddeus. If it wasn't her, then who?"

I almost laughed, there was nothing left to say.

Mrs. Lambert looked at Thaddeus. "And you believe that too? No wonder the Matthews family keeps sinking lower."

Thaddeus had no answer.

Mrs. Lambert ignored them both, took my hand, and led me away.

In Mrs. Lambert's room, she folded my hand in hers.

"You poor girl. You've taken so much."

I shook my head.

"It's almost over. Mrs. Lambert, in three days I leave for Los Angeles. I'm starting at a new company."

Surprise crossed her face, but more than that, reluctance to let me go, and a kind of relief.

"That's good. And don't you worry. Thaddeus won't have it easy. Businessmen are shrewd. He made a scene at my gala. From now on, anyone who wants to do business with him will have to come ask me first."

Then, half joking, she added, "Though with a pig's brain like Thaddeus's, the Matthews family was going under sooner or later anyway."

That made me laugh.

When she heard which company I was joining, her eyes lit up.

"I have a nephew who works there. I'll give you his number. If anything comes up, go to him. You're carrying a child now. It helps to have someone there."

I nodded, grateful.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lambert."

The day before I left, I went to see Nina. I never got to meet this baby in the world.

I crouched down and laid the bunch of white calla lilies gently before the headstone.

"Nina, I'm sorry." My voice came out rough. "Mommy's here to see you."

"Sweetheart, you're going to have a little sister, or maybe a little brother. As sweet as you were."

"Don't worry. This time, Mommy will keep her safe. I'll give her a thousand times, a hundred times the love, your share too."

Then a phone rang, cutting through everything I was pouring out.

It was Thaddeus.

I picked up.

He opened with an order.

"Kate, three of our biggest clients pulled out, one after another. They said they don't want to cross Mrs. Lambert. Go talk to her."

I paused, my voice flat.

"Sure. Come ask me in person. Nina's grave. Now."

Then I added, "Bring Lisa."

I hung up and dialed another number.

Then I stroked the calla lily petals and murmured, "Nina, Mommy's going to make the people who hurt you apologize to you in person. All right? If you hear anything ugly, remember to cover your ears."

Thaddeus and Lisa arrived soon after.

Lisa strode over, fury in her eyes.

"Kate! Why would you drag us out to a creepy place like this? You—"

I cut her off coldly. "Kneel."

Lisa stared at me, stunned.

"Wh… what?"

Thaddeus froze too.

"Kate, what exactly are you trying to do?"

My eyes slid to him.

"You too. Kneel."

Lisa shrieked. "Kate, have you lost your mind?! You want us to kneel to a dead person?!"

I slapped her.

She raised her hand to strike back, and I caught her wrist with one hand while my other played the recording from the car.

In an instant the empty cemetery filled with their want, their heat, sounds no one should have to hear.

The color drained from Thaddeus's face.

I'd only kept a short clip. Before he could grab for the phone, it had already ended.

I fixed my eyes on Lisa.

"That terrifying video that night. You sent it to me, didn't you?"

Her eyes slid away from mine.

"What… what video? I don't know anything. Stop slandering me!"

Thaddeus came to her defense.

"Lisa doesn't even have your number. How would she send you anything?"

"Then what about my car?" I looked at him and said it word by word, like a sentence handed down by death itself. "That night, it was you who drove my car away, so I couldn't get to the hospital in time. It was you, and your mistress, who killed my child. Your own child."

Thaddeus changed the subject outright.

"I came here today to talk about the cancelled deals at my company."

I laughed. "Fine. You and Lisa kneel down and apologize, and I'll help you."

His fist clenched, then loosened. In the end, for the sake of the Matthews family, he dragged a reluctant Lisa down to her knees beside him.

She clearly wasn't willing to swallow it. The second the apology was out, she scrambled toward me, both hands locking around my ankles, and yanked hard.

I crashed to the ground and sucked in a sharp breath at the pain.

She kept her grip on my leg, and the two of us were tangled together, grappling.

Thaddeus tried to pull us apart, but some strength I didn't know I had took over, and I held onto Lisa and refused to let go.

In the chaos, my foot drove into her hip. She went flying back, shrieking as she rolled down the steps.

Thaddeus's face changed in an instant and he lunged after her, then froze at the muffled gasp that broke out of me.

By then I was curled into a tight ball on the ground, face drained white, fine cold sweat beading on my forehead, and blood already on the stone beneath me.

From the bottom of the steps came Lisa's weak voice.

"Thaddeus, save me… save the baby…"

The parking lot was far from here. Thaddeus could only save one of us.

He stood there rigid, his throat bobbing hard. His gaze moved between me and Lisa, as if he were making some enormous decision.

But the longer he hesitated, the more certain it was that my child would die.

I forced my head up. My eyes wouldn't quite focus, but my voice, thin as it was, came out steady.

"Get out… take your woman… and get out…"

Thaddeus drew a deep breath.

"She's pregnant. I'll save her first. I'll call you an ambulance."

With that he tore down the steps, hauled Lisa onto his back, and was gone.

His choice didn't surprise me in the least. Still, my heart gave one ache. Just one.

I struggled to dig out my phone and made the call.

"Hurry… come quickly."

I'd known there might be a confrontation with them. Before Thaddeus ever arrived, I'd already called my divorce lawyer and asked her to send someone over.

Thank god they got me to the hospital in time. My child was saved.

I brushed my fingertips lightly across my belly and gave a soft smile.

"Baby, you did so well."