Elena's POV

It's been a month. One whole month of simmering rage, indignation, and silent plotting.

And I'm still furious at me. Furious at the universe. And absolutely, completely, unequivocally furious that Damian-my Damian, the idiot who got me pregnant-has the audacity to be out there gallivanting with Rachael like nothing happened.

Like he didn't just ruin my uterus.

Damian, of course, was seated across the conference table in his usual smugly charming way, his designer suit perfectly ...