"Let's go, time to get to work." Aurelia sent Mason Nightshade out the door, watched the car drive off, then returned inside, her gaze fixed on the glass of cold milk on the dining table, fingers gently touching her flat belly.
An indescribable emotion spread through her heart.
Child... Child...
She once had one, but then lost it. The feeling of that loss was too painful, so painful that she never wanted to experience it a second time.
She believed Mason Nightshade; it definitely wasn't him who caused her to lose the child. That was undoubtedly a lie Eleanor Spencer told—a lie that plunged her heart into Hell, where even death was unwilling, forever being trampled beneath her feet.
Eleanor Spencer, huh, the enmity between us in this lifetime is truly significant. You like feeling on top, but I will never let you reach the pinnacle. You enjoy the entertainment industry? I will destroy everything you love, making you struggle in a filthy abyss, never able to crawl out.
