Megan’s POV

Lila’s words hit like a punch, Alexander wants me downstairs for dinner. My heart raced, my hands shaking, my tears still wet from reading Victor’s old letter, hidden under my pillow, telling Alexander to divorce his ex-wife for not giving him an heir.

I was pregnant, something I thought was impossible after a doctor said my womb was no good, but the fear of having a girl and getting tossed out like her choked me. I had to play along, act normal, or they’d know I knew ...