"Leonora, how can you be this vicious? Attacking a pregnant woman?!"
I shook my head hard. "I barely pushed her! I didn't touch her!"
But Stewart didn't believe a word of it. He jerked his chin toward the dress:
"You hurt Vivian. That piece of trash doesn't deserve to exist anymore either."
One of his bodyguards stepped forward immediately, scissors raised.
"What are you doing?!"
"Please, I'm begging you, that was my mother's! It's all I have left of her!"
The bodyguard shoved me aside. The scissors came down, cut after cut after cut.
My wedding dress, destroyed beyond repair.
Only then did Stewart look satisfied. He cast a cold glance my way. "Remember, this time it was just a dress. Touch Vivian again, and don't ever expect me to marry you."
He gathered Vivian gently into his arms and carried her to the car, heading for the hospital.
I knelt on the floor, cradling the shredded remains of the dress, watching his silhouette disappear. No tears left to cry.
"There is no 'ever' for us anymore, Stewart."
I pulled out my phone. My gaze was ice.
"Dad, I need you to run a DNA test on Vivian's baby. Immediately. I think I have one last gift to give Stewart Delgado."
### Chapter 6