But there was nothing in my stomach—only bitter acid came up, leaving me dizzy and shaking.
How could someone rot this quickly?
Just days ago, he'd been cheerfully making plans for the baby's arrival.
Now, calling himself "Terrence," he was sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.
The nausea, starting from my gut, refused to fade. I collapsed onto the bathroom floor.
I didn't notice that, in the master bedroom, a tiny red light was blinking in the outlet—watching everything.
At the break of dawn, I was woken by noises coming from the living room.
"Nadine, you're here too?"
When I opened my door, Sydney was lounging on my sofa in a gown, sipping the coffee I'd bought.
The provocation in her eyes was unmistakable.
"This is my home—why wouldn't I be here?" I replied flatly.
"But it's also Darwin's home," she countered, smiling sweetly before mouthing the words at me, "It's about to be my home too."
Today was Terrence's succession ceremony. That explained why Sydney had recklessly left the hospital, no matter the cost.
The car rolled slowly out of the garage.
Sydney darted ahead of me and slipped into the front passenger seat without hesitation.
"What's that smell in here? So sweet it's disgusting," she complained, then pulled out a bottle of perfume and sprayed the backseat several times.
As soon as I got in, the cloying scent hit my throat, making me cough.
"Nadine, not used to this perfume? Rence bought it for me," she said coyly, leaning closer to Terrence.
"Rence, smell—don't you think it's lovely?"
Her gown was cut so low it left her pale cleavage in plain view.
"Mhm. You're the loveliest scent of all," Terrence replied, his gaze sliding over her chest before locking with mine in the rearview mirror.
The message was crystal clear: 'If you don’t want to sleep with me, there are plenty of others who would.'
I turned my face to the window, doing my best to ignore their shameless flirting and the breathy, suggestive noises Sydney kept making.
The car soon pulled up to the venue, camera flashes exploding in our direction.
Sydney hooked her arm through Terrence's, the two of them entering the grand hall like a perfectly matched couple.
I followed behind, but a familiar black Maybach in the distance caught my eye—the license plate was one I knew all too well.
He's here too?
Well, this would be interesting.
Suppressing a smirk, I lowered my gaze and stepped inside.