Annika laughed, a sound devoid of humor, and fired back, her words sharp and clear. “Serena, whether he loves me or not, the baby in my belly—as much as you try to twist the facts—is his. You know it, I know it, and he knows it. This is Conrad’s child.”
Annika’s pregnancy was the one card she held that made Serena gnash her teeth in hatred.
“Ha!” Serena’s sneer was sharp enough to cut. “Are you sure it’s not the playboy banker Mason’s? Or maybe Tyler’s? I think you know the truth better than anyone, Annika.”
Annika glanced down at her phone, saw the call had ended, and a cold smile touched her lips. Serena’s taunt—*I can’t satisfy him, so he has to go to you*—echoed in her mind, and the smile slowly faded. It wasn’t just Serena’s manipulation. Annika knew the truth in her other words: *If he cared about you even a little, he wouldn’t have let Sargent Group be driven into the ground.*
The cold, hard fact stabbed at her heart.
The bathroom door opened and Conrad emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. Droplets of water slid down his chiseled chest, over his abs, and disappeared below his waistline. He was drying his hair with another towel as he asked, “Did someone call me just now?”
“Yes,” Annika said, her brow furrowed. “It was your beloved.”
Conrad’s movements paused. His mouth twitched as he walked over, picked up his phone from the table, and opened his call history. The log showed a sixty-five-second call with Serena.
His brow, still damp, furrowed deeply. He tapped Serena’s name and called her back.
“Hello, Conrad?” Her soft, pitiful voice immediately came through the speaker.
“Serena, it’s too late…”
Before he could finish, he heard a heavy thud from the other end of the line. He tensed, his expression changing drastically. “Serena…?”
But there was only the dial tone. He hung up and strode quickly to the closet to get dressed. While buttoning his cuffs, he said anxiously to Annika, “Something might have happened to Serena. I’m going to check on her. You should get some sleep.”
With that, he was gone, his tall figure disappearing from the room. A moment later, Annika heard the sound of a car starting and driving away.
A single phone call from Serena was all it took to summon him. Annika was used to it by now. She ignored the needle-like pain in her chest. She hadn’t taken a single bite of the steak. Now, she scraped the entire meticulously prepared meal into the trash.

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