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My engagement party with Laurence Roberts turned into a public announcement of his relationship with Kristina Fletcher, an actress.
Laurence tossed his engagement ring at my feet; his words were like daggers, sharp and wounding. "Eliana, your family's bankrupt. What makes you think you can still marry me? Take this ring and consider it your severance pay, a parting gift from me."
Kristina clung to his arm, laughing with a flirtatious sway. "Miss Harper, don't blame Laurence for being realistic. After all, who wants to be a charity case?"
All the guests on the scene watched as I became the object of ridicule.
Silently, I picked up the ring and turned away, only to bump into a solid chest.
Standing behind me was Liam Roberts, the ruthless and cunning patriarch of the Roberts family, who had somehow appeared without my noticing.
Taking the opportunity, I fell into his arms, and in a moment of desperation, I spoke words that stunned everyone, "Liam, I'm pregnant. You have to be responsible."
...
The room fell into a deathly silence.
The air seemed vacuumed out, leaving only the sound of a piece of paper gently fluttering onto the table.
Laurence's freshly peeled shrimp dropped into his plate with a splatter, staining his expensive shirt.
His jaw went slack, eyes bulging as his gaze frantically darted between Liam and me.
Kristina's grip on Laurence's arm froze, her red-painted nails digging into his skin.
All eyes turned to the man at the center of the storm.
Liam remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the crumpled ultrasound sheet in his hand. His long fingers held the edge of the paper.
I knelt at his feet, palms sweaty, and clutched the hem of his tailored trousers, afraid to let go.
It was my last gamble.
If I lost, not only would I be branded with eternal shame, but the Harper family's final breath would be snuffed out by me.
I looked up, tears sliding down my cheeks, splashing onto Liam's leather shoes.
I saw his Adam's apple bob slightly.
"Liam…" I spoke again, my voice trembling even more. "I don't want to ruin your relationship, but the baby…"
"Enough!" Laurence leapt up, knocking over the chair behind him. The chair clattered loudly against the floor.
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