He Destroyed My Child—Then Discovered My True IdentityChapter 1

"I'm pregnant—if you don't propose soon, there's no hiding this."

I held up the test results, half teasing, as I said it to my fiancé, Ernest Sanchez.

Ernest just smirked. "Babe, what are you talking about? I'm already married. How am I supposed to propose to you?"

My mind went blank.

He pulled out a marriage certificate.

His name on the groom's line. Maggie Pruitt on the bride's.

"You love me as a person, not for some title," he said. "You don't need that from me."

"But Maggie's different. If I don't marry her, she walks."

"You love me so much, Agatha. You're not gonna stand there and watch me lose her, right?"

Tears ran down my face. "But I'm already pregnant."

Ernest gave a little "oh" of acknowledgment. "Right. Get rid of it."

"I promised Maggie. The first child has to be hers."

I stared at him through my tears. "Why are you doing this?"

He looked completely unbothered. "Agatha, you're the one who's always saying it. Love means letting go."

"I like Maggie Pruitt now. Just be a good girl and step aside."

"If Maggie and I break up, I'll be miserable. You'd really let that happen?"