The baby is yours

Xavier's shadow loomed tall as he strode toward the private elevator, the sharp click of his Italian leather shoes echoing against the marble floor. Olivia’s heart hammered in her chest, a desperate plea at the tip of her tongue.

"Congratulations, Miss Williams." Xavier's voice was a cold caress, absent of warmth or interest as he glanced at her swollen belly with dispassionate eyes.

"Xavier, it's your baby," Olivia blurted out, the words laced with a cocktail of hope and defiance.

A chuckle rumbled from his throat, a rich sound that held no mirth. "Miss Williams, you have to be very sure of what you are talking about, because I do not remember," he said, his tone dripping with derision. He turned to his assistant and said, "Caleb, let's head inside. I don't have time for this."

But Olivia wasn't done—not by a long shot. Her heels clicked against the floor as she pursued him, determination etched on her face. "Just because you are now in love with your stupid wife, you tossed me away