Chapter 288: Storm Clouds
The weekend had passed smoothly for everyone—laughter filled the hospital halls, new hopes bloomed, and Cammy’s recovery marked a quiet triumph.
But in a lavish mansion far from the warmth of celebration, storm clouds gathered.
Duncan Veston slammed the crystal glass down on the counter, the scotch inside rippling with rage.
"For the last damn time, Annie—no, we are not getting married next week. I’ve told you already. After the baby is born!"
Annie Tucker, standing in her silk robe with her hands protectively over her 32-week bump, flinched at the sharpness in his voice.
"I’m not asking for a runway wedding, Duncan," she snapped. "Just a contract signing day. Some sense of commitment. We can have the ceremony and reception later on. You promised—"
"I am committed! You’re carrying my child, aren’t you?" Duncan shot back. "What more do you want—blood?"
"I want respect!" Annie’s voice cracked as she fought back tears. "I’ve stuck by you through the whole Cammy ordeal. I lied to the press for you. I humiliated myself in front of your ex-wife and her new husband. And now I’m the one who looks like the desperate little homewrecker!"
"Oh, spare me the melodrama." Duncan sneered, pouring himself another drink. "You’re not some martyr. You knew what this was. You wanted luxury, the name, the power—I gave you all of that."
Annie’s eyes flashed. "And what did you get? A puppet to parade in front of society while you sulked over Cammy?"
Duncan’s silence was thunderous.