“Are you threatening me with a child?”
Sebastian’s dark eyes were stormy with anger.
Reese’s lips curled in the faintest, almost mocking smile. She wanted to say no. The truth was, she’d ended the pregnancy a long time ago. All she had now was evidence that the baby had never been hers by blood.
Before she could say a word, a sharp slap echoed through the room. Her head jerked to the side, her cheek suddenly on fire and throbbing with pain.
Reese staggered but managed to steady herself, lifting her eyes to Sebastian.
He clenched his fists. “Reese, you did this to yourself.”
He couldn’t believe she’d use a child to threaten him. That was why he’d lost control.
“If you chose to use a child to force me to marry you, you should’ve known this day would come.”
From the corner of her eye, Reese noticed Sofia standing a little ways off. Reese hadn’t missed that flash of panic in Sofia’s eyes when she’d spoken, but now Sofia looked smug, like she’d already won.
Reese suddenly laughed, sharp and bitter. The sound caught in her throat and, as she laughed, tears spilled down her burning cheek.
Sebastian couldn’t stand the idea of Sofia suffering through a pregnancy, so he’d wanted Reese to carry the child instead. Reese just wanted out—to have a life and career of her own, not be trapped at home. But in his eyes, that was some kind of unforgivable crime.
Clearly, ending the pregnancy and leaving him had been the right call.
“Which one of us is really the victim here, Sebastian?” Her voice trembled. “Do you actually think you get to control my life?”
The hatred in her eyes was impossible to miss. Sebastian almost reached for her to drag her back home.
But then a black car rolled up to the curb. The window came down, and Alan looked out, his face puzzled.
Sebastian scowled. The last thing he wanted was for someone else to see this mess. He shot Reese a warning look.
“Reese, you’d better leave BlackOak and go home to rest. If you don’t, BlackOak will be my next target.”
With that, he turned away and headed back to Sofia.
“Just focus on the AI traffic management launch. We’ll deal with the rest after the event.”
Honestly, Reese hadn’t been too bothered by Sebastian’s threats. If he really planned o come after BlackOak, she’d go public with everything he’d done—about the baby, about Sofia. If she was going down, she’d make sure they all went down together.
George was already working on verifying the evidence. Just a few more weeks.
“Okay.”
Maybe it was Alan’s quiet anger or just the hype, but the AI traffic launch was getting all kinds of attention. The hall was packed.
Sofia walked in with Sebastian on her arm, the Shaw brothers right behind them.
With all eyes on her, Sofia put on a perfect smile and glanced up at Sebastian. “Sebastian, remember what we agreed—if Ms. Meyer shows up today, you can’t get mad or embarrass her in front of everyone.”
He gave a short nod, but he couldn’t shake the memory of Reese’s cold, distant stare. The hint of hate in her eyes unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.
Neal snorted. “You’re giving Reese way too much credit.”

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