Without it, how could he ever be with Elysia?

    How could he ever give her the perfect happiness she deserved?

    Prisci was sobbing beside him, her voice shrill and choked with anger.

    "That witch Winona is just pure evil! If I''d known this would happen, the Livingston family never should''ve married her!"

    "I told you from the start, I didn''t want you to marry her! Skinny as a scarecrow, you could tell she''d never be able to give us a son!"

    "And look how it turned out! Not only did she fail to give the Livingston family a son, she ruined your chances of ever having any children at all!”

    "What did our family do to deserve this? To end up with a conniving, venomous woman like her?"

    "My poor boy, you don''t even have a single child to call your own! Oh, what a tragedy..."

    "If I''d known it would be like this, I should''ve let Sarah have that baby... Oh, God..."

    The baby growing inside Sarah had been Zane''s.

    She was over five months along, the baby already formed. But Zane and Prisci had gotten rid of it.

    Zane did it for Elysia. The moment he met Elysia, he never wanted another woman to bear his child.

    Prisci did it because she''d heard Sarah was carrying a granddaughter.

    She only wanted a grandson, not a granddaughter. So she secretly slipped Sarah some abortion pills, and then gave her a peanut butter cookie.

    Sarah was severely allergic to peanuts.

    The pills and the allergic reaction together-Sarah lost the baby.

    Now, mother and son both regretted it with every ounce of their being.

    If they hadn''t been so cruel, the Livingston family would at least have a child now. But instead...

    Winona hadn''t just been ruthless; she''d destroyed everything. Zane hadn''t just lost his manhood-he''d lost any hope of ever having children.

    Not even IVF was an option for him now.

    His entire future, the family legacy, ended with him.

    Prisci''s face twisted with bitterness.

    "It''s all that witch Winona''s fault! You have to get back on your feet, son. You have to make her pay!"

    Zane''s jaw clenched so hard it hurt In a rage, he snatched the ss water off the nightstand and hurled it across the room.

    Prisci shrieked, "Son! Oh, my God..."

    MS

    Zane was panting, his face blotchy red with fury. "If you want to cry, do it outside!

    I''m not dead yet!"

    Prisci pressed her lips together, looking hurt and pitiful.

    "I''m just heartbroken for you, my boy. You don''t have a single child-what are you going to do?"

    Zane gritted his teeth.

    "If I can''t have kids, I''ll adopt. I''ll raise one from a baby, raise him as

    SoWe''ll be just like real fathe

    wn other

    swnothe

    son."

    and

    Once his big n seeded, he''d take the money and run away with Elysia.

    They''d go somewhere no one knew them, start fresh, adopt as many kids as they wanted.

    As for the bedroom stuff... So what if he couldn''t anymore? He still had hands, and other ways.

    He could still make Elysia happy.

    Thinking about it gave Zane a new surge of confidence.

    His phone buzzed. A video message. It was Tarquin, with Elysia at the ski resort. Fresh powder everywhere, Tarquin standing behind Elysia, arms around her as they shot down the hill together.

    They

    essed in matching

    gear, bundled up tight, faces hidden.

    But

    ughter and sai Ski

    rang out, pure and joyful.

    Zane''s breath came short and fast, jealousy ring white-hot.

    He should be the one behind Elysia, keeping her safe, making herugh. Not

    Tarquin! Who the hell was he, anyway?

    The jealousy was maddening.

    Zane saw red, grinding his teeth as he shot off a message in reply.

    "Come see me. Now."

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