“Anthony, I know how much you care for me. But Diana is still young—she’ll get pregnant again sooner or later. Do you think she’d ever let Cooper inherit from you?"
“Forget it. I don’t want to make things difficult for you. As long as I can see you often, I’m happy... It’s just unfair to our son.”
Anthony’s gaze softened, as if a decision had crystallized in his mind.
He pulled out his phone and called the property manager.
“I’ll give you another two million. In a while, I’ll pretend to go out. You take some men and iron rods to my place—make sure Diana’s womb is destroyed.”
“Vanessa, I promised you our son would be my only heir. I won’t let you have any worries.”
Watching their intimate figures disappearing into the stairwell, I stumbled back to my bedroom, my chest tightened, my eyes burning.
So the surveillance footage hadn’t been lost by accident—it was destroyed to protect the woman he loved.
The man I had loved for seven years already had a child with someone else—and had hidden them right upstairs.
Then what was I?
And what was my poor daughter to him?!
“Diana, why are you crying?”
I didn’t even notice when Anthony returned. He sat beside me, holding my hand, his face full of concern.
“Diana, I know you’re still grieving for Cherry. I’m her father—my pain is no less than yours. If I could, I’d trade my life for hers."
“But we have to move forward. You haven’t been eating these past few days. You’ve lost so much weight—do you want me to worry myself sick? I’ll go to the mall now and get you some supplements.”
If I hadn’t just heard what I heard, I might have been moved to tears.
But behind those tender words was the hell he had prepared for me.
“Hubby... I don’t want to be alone. Please, don’t go.”
Anthony hesitated for only a second before smiling helplessly. “Diana, be good. I’m doing this for your own good. Only if you recover can we have another baby in the future, hmm?”
He pried my hands off his arm, turned, and walked away without looking back.
The very next moment, several men in black masks strode in with iron rods glinting in their hands, wearing twisted grins with malice.
One of them kicked my phone away before I could dial for help.
My arms and legs were pinned down.
The heavy rods came crashing down on my abdomen like a relentless rain of steel.
Pain exploded through me; the veins on my forehead throbbed and my vision blurred.