The next day, I went to the hospital alone. I wanted to check on my babies one more time. However, as I turned the corner of the hallway, two familiar figures came into view. 

Zayn was supporting Whitney with careful hands, his face overflowing with tenderness. This morning, he told me he was busy with work. In truth, he was here with her for her prenatal checkup.

My heart felt as though it had been smashed with a heavy hammer. The pain was so sharp that I could barely breathe. I hid behind a pillar and watched them step into an examination room.

“Zayn, do you really want this child?” The voice was Caleb Gray’s—Zayn’s close friend. He was also a doctor here. His words reached me clearly.

“Of course. I must have this child.” Zayn’s tone was firm and absolute.

“But what about Yvonne? What do you plan to do about her?” Caleb pressed.

Zayn fell silent, then he slowly said, “Yvonne can’t have children. Once Whitney gives birth, we’ll use the chance to adopt the baby. That way, the child can rightfully be my heir.”

The words hit me like a thunderbolt. My heart twisted like it was being cut apart. This had been his plan all along. He wanted me to raise his child with another woman.

I covered my mouth, stifling the sobs that threatened to break out. Tears fell in silence, tracing down my cheeks.

Not long after, Whitney finished her examination and walked out of the room.

“Zayn, am I making things difficult for you?” she asked carefully. Her expression was full of wounded sorrow. “It’s all my fault. I never should have told you about the pregnancy. I was planning to get rid of the baby…”

Her voice cracked, thick with tears. “But the doctor said if I do, I’ll never be able to have children again.”