"Don't worry, Elsa. We can always have another one." His tone was almost flippant, as if he was talking about something replaceable, something without meaning. I wanted to punch him, to wipe that smug look off his face, but all I could do was clench my fists in fury.
"I would love to keep the child," Lucas continued, completely unbothered by my reaction, "but I can't have you around, Adam. You would give the baby ideas. And I need a chance to win Elsa's heart the way you did, without your interference."
My heart nearly stopped when I saw Adam rise from his seat. It was as if the ground shifted beneath me. He was leaving. My heart pounded in my chest, my throat tight with unspoken words. I didn’t want him to go, but I knew he had no choice.
"Make sure she doesn't miss her doctor's appoin
