“What did you say?”

The old man was shaking now.

Tears filled his eyes as he looked at her belly.

“They told me you lost the baby in the accident…”

The boutique erupted in confused whispers.

The rich woman frowned. “What accident?”

The pregnant woman’s face twisted in pain.

“You never came,” she said to him. “I waited for you at the hospital for two days.”

The old man looked shattered.

“I was there,” he whispered. “Your mother’s husband had me thrown out before I could reach you.”

The rich woman turned pale. “Her mother’s husband?”

The pregnant woman slowly looked at the rich woman… then at the old man.

Understanding hit everyone at once.

The older man spoke with a breaking voice:

“She is my daughter.”

The rich woman’s hand flew to her mouth.

Because she wasn’t just any rude customer.

She was the woman who had married him after destroying his first family.

The pregnant woman stared at her through tears and asked:

“So… you knew who I was the whole time?”