He sank into a chair, his face flushed with a mix of panic and guilt. “But—this… this isn’t real. We can fix this. We can start over. I love you, Rachel. Please, don’t do this.”
His words were the same ones he had spoken to her for years, sweetened with promises and false reassurances. They meant nothing now.
Rachel crossed her arms, her stance firm. “Love doesn’t steal money. Love doesn’t hide babies. Love doesn’t rewrite someone’s life behind a hospital door. You destroyed everything.”
He stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with anger. “You’ll get nothing! This is my business, my life. You don’t understand!”
Rachel’s lips curled into a thin smile. “I already have everything I need.”
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