Cedric didn’t want to ruin Elyna’s big day, so he shrugged it off. “Why would I think about that mess? I’m just picking out a gift for our son.”
Still, his brain kept looping back to Reine. That itch to hop a flight and track her down hit hard.
Elyna flashed a grin. “Remember what you said? Five hundred grand for a girl, a million for a boy. Time to pay up.”
He froze, suddenly remembering that dumb joke he’d made back when she first got pregnant. She’d teased him about birth rewards, saying rich moms always scored big. He’d tossed out, “Half a mil for a girl, a full mil for a boy.”
Didn’t think she’d actually cash in.
Unease crept up. He’d already dropped a fortune on her these past two years–mansion, luxury cars, designer everything. But straight–up cash? That hit different.
Especially after catching her sneaking money to Gaspard. Not chump change either.
He’d checked–none of it ever came back.
He used to think her no–filter thirst for luxury was kinda refreshing. At least she didn’t fake it like the others. But now? It was starting to feel like a setup.
Still, he sent the million.
She’d popped out a Gramont heir. He figured that earned something.
