From then on, Cortland rarely came home. He even stopped answering my calls.
I stayed up late while heavily pregnant, helping him resolve boardroom conflicts. Meanwhile, he had blocked me on every platform.
Whenever I urged him to return to the company, he’d accuse me of micromanaging. Late at night, wracked with severe pregnancy symptoms, I’d called to ask where he was. And every time, he couldn’t wait to hang up.
And yet, whenever I started to suspect something, he’d suddenly show up at home, smiling gently, cradling my belly and talking dreamily about our future as a family of three.
With that, I convinced myself he was just overwhelmed with work. And so I stopped doubting him or complaining.
Until that day—when Thalia was kidnapped, and all the clues at the scene pointed to me.
Cortland didn’t even ask me questions. He just straight up tied me up and threw me into that brutal frisbee, using real blades to scare me into confessing.
But I knew nothing at all!
Then one of those blades went off track and struck my chest.
And at that moment, I finally realized—in his heart, I had never meant anything at all.
Every time he ignored me… Every time he brushed me aside… he was with her.
I hadn’t known they had already rekindled their secret affair. But in his mind, I had known everything.
He believed every call, every plea, every demand I made… was a threat born out of jealousy.
And because of that self-righteous misunderstanding… he murdered our child to punish me!
Remembering how absurd that was, I let out a bitter laugh and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
Cortland’s Dorance Industries… I was the one who saved it.
Now, it’s time I take everything back!
Saylor’s POV
I turned and went to the hospital to reclaim my child’s body. Before taking everything else back, I wanted to personally arrange his funeral.
The nurse I spoke to froze for a second. Her expression shifted into something so strange, so unsettling, that it made my stomach drop.
“Your child has already been taken, Ma’am,” she said carefully.
My heart skipped a beat. “By who?”
“By his father. Mr. Cortland came with the paperwork… He said he wanted to take the child home to handle the postmortem arrangements.”
“What?”
The word tore from my throat in a scream. My mind went blank, a ringing noise exploding in my ears. I staggered back a few steps, barely staying upright.
Why did Cortland take my child’s body?