the cord

me, sharp as a blade, pierc

ant to be nothing more than m

y head, and my wh

my shoulder, but I tu

ee, I won't divorce you. Once the child is born, I'll give him the best life. This is

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hed bi

igurine and hurled it at his f

an

d down from

k you can sacrifice my own child for you and that woman? Wh

rom his forehead, his e

hy

full of contempt. "Becau

t knife, cut repeatedly int

could you do? A dancer with a broken leg? Without me, you

hild of a beggar. Do you think the Wallace family would accept a grandchild fathered by a

ad loved for eight years

justifying his s

to donate out of pure selfishness, it will be no different from killing her with your own hands.

d back

noble

ion was built on the s

ampled on my broken bo

once my legs were healed, I woul

ell him that his mother was once

was first stripped a

twist it into a tool t

htly gripped by an invisible hand, so

my strength to

yl

et a divorce. The child is mine, and no one else will touch him. As for you..

't look back at his shock

ollowed, shielding me from a

's furious roar and

dn't loo