"You can't have children anymore. But the Harding family needs an heir. Besides, you love kids, don't you? From now on, this will be our child."
"He's still too young to be away from June. I brought them here to stay with us. It'll give you two a chance to bond."
The next second, June turned to me with reddened eyes, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm so sorry, Serena. Please don't blame Patrick. It was all my fault. A year ago, someone drugged me. Those men were going to assault me, and Patrick saved me. I never expected to get pregnant. The doctor said my uterine lining is too thin. If I'd terminated, I might never conceive again. I'm sorry..."
My breath locked in my chest. The cold cut straight to the bone.
A year and a half ago, Patrick and I were planning our future. He held me and said, "Just a little longer. Next year, we'll have our baby."
A year and a half ago, on my birthday, he threw a lavish party. He released sky lanterns and presented me with a one-of-a-kind opal diamond ring, swearing he would love only me for the rest of his life.
A year and a half ago, he coaxed me to sleep every night and made love to me.