The reality finally reached him.
He had traded everything.
His marriage.
His daughters.
His family.
His reputation.
All for a promise that had never existed.
The room that had been prepared to celebrate a future heir now looked like the aftermath of a disaster.
The flowers.
The decorations.
The champagne.
Everything remained exactly where it had been.
But the dream was gone.
The once-glamorous VIP ultrasound suite felt completely different now.
Only hours earlier, it had been filled with laughter, celebration, and endless conversations about the future.
Now, it felt like a courtroom where every person present had been forced to face their own choices.
The rare white orchids remained arranged perfectly on the tables.
The untouched bottles of sparkling cider sat nearby.
The expensive decorations that had been prepared for the arrival of the Whitmore family’s “golden heir” now looked like symbols of a fantasy that had collapsed.