---- Chapter 15 Jeremy Glass POV: The words on the screen burned into my retinas. Fabricating medical conditions. Uterine wall thickness is normal. She had lied. About everything. The high-risk pregnancy was a sham, another chain to keep me bound to her, another tool to manipulate my guilt. | felt a cold, hard fury solidify in my gut. How many other lies had | blindly accepted? | walked out of the doctor's office and down the hall to Joselin ' s private room. | needed to see her face when | confronted her. | stood outside the door for a moment, composing myself, my hand on the cool metal handle. | had to be smart about this. A direct accusation would just lead to more tears, more denials. | pushed the door open. Joselin was propped up in bed, scrolling through her phone. She looked up, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile when she saw me. "Jeremy! You came!" she chirped, holding out her arms for a hug. ---- | walked to her bedside, placing the takeout bag of her favorite soup on the table. | sat down, forcing my expression to remain neutral. "How are you feeling?" | asked, my voice dangerously calm. "A little tired," she said, pouting prettily. "But the baby is kicking. It' s like he knows his daddy is here." | stared into her wide, innocent eyes. "Joselin," | said, my voice low. "Is there anything you need to tell me? Anything at all?" She blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. Then she shook her head, her expression clear and open. "No. Why? What' s wrong?" For a second, | almost faltered. She was so convincing. Her performance was flawless. Was | the one who was crazy? Was | so desperate to find a reason to leave her that | was manufacturing conspiracies? "Nothing," | said, standing up. "l have to get back to the office. I' Il see you tonight." "Okay, honey. Drive safe," she said, blowing me a kiss. | walked out of the room, but | didn't leave. | stepped into an empty alcove down the hall, my eyes fixed on her door. | waited. Not five minutes later, a man in a doctor' s coat walked briskly ---- down the hall and slipped into Joselin' s room without knocking. It wasn't her usual obstetrician. My blood turned to ice. | intercepted the doctor as he was leaving. He flinched when he saw me, his face going pale. "Who are you?" | demanded, my voice a low growl. "!' m... ' m a consulting physician," he stammered. "Liar," | said, backing him against the wall. "You' re the one who altered her medical records, aren' t you?" The doctor' s eyes widened in panic. "I... | can' t discuss patient information." "You will," | said, my hand closing around his throat. "Or | will make sure you never practice medicine again. In this country or any other." He crumbled. The words spilled out of him in a desperate torrent. Joselin had paid him. Paid him to create a fake medical history, to backdate the ultrasound, to feed me the story about the high-risk pregnancy. "How far along is she?" | asked, my voice shaking with rage. "The truth." "Ten... ten weeks," he choked out. Ten weeks. ---- Not seven. The dates swirled in my head. Ten weeks ago, | was in Singapore for a week-long business deal. | wasn't even on the same continent. The baby wasn' t mine. As if on cue, my phone buzzed. It was the email from my security team. The full report on Joselin. | opened it, my thumb scrolling numbly through the text. It was all there. Financial records showing huge payments to the doctor. Phone records of their conversations. And then, the photos. Pictures of Joselin, nine weeks ago, leaving a cheap motel with a man | didn't recognize. Pictures of her, months before, paying off the groundskeeper, Gus, the day before the dog attack. A video, taken from a distance, of her meeting with the man with the gold tooth, handing him a thick envelope of cash. My breath hitched. It was worse than | could have ever imagined. She hadn't just lied to me. She had orchestrated everything. Every piece of my personal hell for the last year had been a move in her twisted game | scrolled further, past the evidence of her infidelity and her attempted murder plots. And then | saw them. Photos taken by a nanny | had hired when Haylie was first in the coma, a woman Joselin had fired shortly after. ---- Photos of Joselin, in the hospital room, taunting a comatose Haylie. Pinching her arm. Whispering cruelties in her ear. Spilling water on her bed and leaving her to lie in the damp sheets. And a final video. My father, Edmund, meeting with Joselin in a quiet cafe, a month into Haylie' s coma. | saw him slide a contract across the table. | saw her sign it. | heard his voice, cold and clear through the phone' s speaker. "The deal is simple. You help me manage my son. You give him an heir. In return, you get the Glass name, and everything that comes with it. As for his wife... she will be taken care of." The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering onto the polished hospital floor. | had been a fool. A blind, stupid, arrogant fool. And Haylie... dear God, what had | let them do to Haylie? | kicked open the door to Joselin' s room, my vision tunneled, my world stained red with rage. She looked up from her magazine, a serene smile on her face. "Jeremy, you' re back so soon..." "Whose baby is it, Joselin?" | snarled, the words ripping from my throat.