His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 27

I won’t let my child be born out of wedlock, Annika thought, but didn't say it aloud.

Conrad’s gaze was searingly bright. He knew her temperament well enough to guess what she was thinking. With a soft sigh, he made his declaration in a gentle, resolute tone. “The divorce agreement is void. We’re going to make this work.”

“What about Serena?”

Annika’s question was like a chasm opening between them. After a long, heavy silence, he finally said, “Annika, can’t you be a little more magnanimous?”

Magnanimous? He wanted to cancel the divorce and “make this work,” yet he was asking her to be tolerant of his other love?

He was staying with her because she was carrying his heir, a way to keep the Beryl bloodline from scattering, while his heart remained with Serena. All she would ever have was the empty shell of a man. Annika would rather have no marriage at all than one without love.

“Conrad,” she said, her voice deceptively calm, “your love for her is unshakable. That being the case, why give me false hope?”

For a moment, when she realized he knew about the baby, a small part of her had felt a flicker of hope. But his silence at the mention of Serena’s name had extinguished it completely. If they were going to end things, it needed to be a clean, decisive break.

"The baby isn't yours," she declared suddenly.

Conrad’s expression didn’t change. He dismissed her words as a childish, angry outburst. “I’ll go get your favorite shrimp tortellini,” he said, pulling on his overcoat and leaving the room.

But tortellini had never been her favorite. She only said she liked it because he did. He never knew what she liked or disliked, yet he could recite Serena’s preferences from memory. The difference between someone who paid attention and someone who didn’t was stark.

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