Chapter 5

I stared at their panicked, crumbling faces and said flatly, "As you can see, thanks to the three of you, the baby’s gone. Let’s sign the divorce papers. There’s nothing left to say."

Julian’s eyes bulged, like he couldn’t process it.

Then it hit him, and he exploded.

"Chloe! That was my kid! How could you do this behind my back? Who the hell do you think you are?!"

"Are you insane?! You’re a murderer! You killed my child!"

I shot a cold look at the woman hiding in his arms, sneering.

"I lost my baby in a car accident, and you’re calling me a murderer? Should I have died too to make you happy?"

"Julian, do you even care about that baby? Or are you just mad you lost your trophy? Maybe you should ask who caused that accident."

"When the truth comes out, I hope you’ll still be so quick to judge."

My words made Serena panic—just for a second. She opened her mouth to speak, but Leo cut her off.

"Car accident? What are you talking about? Was that real? And my son—Mia was fine that day, right?"

His ignorance made Mia’s eyes well up.

Then she snapped, "Shut up! Are you really that dense?! Do you think a woman would joke about losing her baby? Leo, you’re pathetic."

"You don’t deserve to be a dad! I’m glad that baby never had to call you ‘father.’ After today, I never want to see you again."

Mia had never yelled at him like that—not in their four years together.

Leo froze, his face red with shame and rage.

"What are you saying? What actually happened? Were you in an accident too? Did they find the driver?"

His voice cracked with panic, finally realizing how bad things were.

But it was way too late.

Mia smiled bitterly, her voice dead calm.

"You didn’t care when I called for help. You don’t get to care now."

That’s when Julian finally remembered—the four desperate calls I’d made the day of the accident.

His face went pale, like it was cracking.

He turned to me, hesitant. "Those calls… were you really hurt? Did the baby die because of the accident?"

When I just stared at him, he pushed Serena away like she was burning him.

Serena looked shocked—like no one had ever brushed her off before.

I shot her a look. "Funny you should ask—who do you think reported the accident as attempted murder?"

The brothers didn’t seem to get it, but Serena did.

Her shock melted into panic, and she forced a guilty smile.

Serena jumped in, defending the driver: "Maybe he was drunk? Probably didn’t even realize he hit someone! Truck drivers are so reckless these days—I’ve almost been hit myself…"

Normally, the brothers would’ve rushed to comfort her, warning her to be careful crossing streets.

But this time, crickets.

The two men just stared at her, expressions unreadable.

Guilt and regret flickered in their eyes.

I laughed coldly at her panic.

Was she covering for the driver… or herself?

I kept my voice icy. "I never said it was a truck. How’d you know that?"

That sent Serena into a full-blown panic.