Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

"So, I have no choice but to ask you again..." Saira leaned forward, "Will you help me escape Sir Collins? In return, I’ll let you see our child. I’ll send you regular updates—photos, videos, whatever you need."

Adam didn’t move right away and instead simply stared at her until finally she looked away, feeling uncertain. His gaze was hard, unreadable. Then, slowly, he said, "I don’t want updates. I want to meet the child. Face to face."

Saira blinked, and something cold flickered behind her eyes. "No."

"No?" he repeated and then gave her a cold smile, "Why would I help you, Saira? I have no attachment to this child. I didn’t ask for him. I didn’t even know he existed. You lied. You hid him. Don’t expect me to suddenly care just because you say so. That picture and child could be fake for all I know."

"They are real! You have to know that, Adam! Isn’t it because you always felt that I was lying that you did not stop looking for him? Just help me escape his hold and I will let you meet him! But you can’t meet him for now, Adam. Not yet."

But Adam shrugged, simply staring at Saira,"I don’t even know if he’s mine. I would want a DNA test, you know."

Saira scoffed and looked away, shaking her head. "I never thought that telling you about our child would get me such a clinical answer and needing to provide proof. But isn’t it obvious? The picture I showed you... he has your eyes. Your ears. Even that stubborn look you always get when you’re angry."

Adam wasn’t moved. "Pictures mean nothing. You said yourself you lied about the miscarriage. You’ve hidden this child from me. I’m not taking your word for it anything else.

Saira set her wine glass down a little too hard, the liquid sloshing over the rim. "I did what I had to do! I lied to protect him."