No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Haley stood among the crowd, her pregnant belly prominent, a smirk of pride and defiance playing on her face.

Everyone's gaze was on her, Herschel's grip on my hand tightened noticeably, and Conrad started to stride towards her.

Haley was a master at buying time. In this brief moment, she spoke again, "Mr. Wagner, this child is yours, remember? You promised a life of comfort and luxury for him."

"Stop spouting nonsense," Jacqueline burst out, pointing her finger at Haley. "What does your child have to do with the Wagner family? Find the real father."

"Enough," Herschel hissed at Jacqueline, silencing her.

Conrad had quickly made his way to Haley, his face dark with anger. "What are you trying to pull?"

"Rad, if you won't marry me, if the Wagner family won't accept me, that's one thing. But how can you go back on your word and offer what was promised to me to someone else?" Haley said, turning her gaze towards me, "Or does Ms. Hudson just enjoy fighting over what's mine?"

Her brazen attitude reminded me of a saying: shamelessness is invincibility.

She had sunk to new lows for the sake of money.

"Haley, shut up," Conrad snapped at her.

for her outburst, banking on the

bound to be caught on video and go viral, making the Wagner family look like the main suspects if anything happened

would stop at nothing to secure her entry into the Wagner family and the

business empire would flood the internet by tomorrow. "Why let her be silent? Let her speak," voices from the crowd encouraged

pull Haley away, but the onlookers wouldn't

was palpable, and Herschel beside me was seething, his grip on my hand

boldly

that it only highlighted her desperation, given Herschel's intention to gift

strategy was clear: leverage the media and public presence to force the Wagner family into a corner, protecting their reputation at the cost

willing to sacrifice her own dignity and use her unborn child as a bargaining chip, a level of malice that was utterly

win. I asked Jacqueline to support Herschel and stepped forward, “Haley, are you sure you

gaze, a flicker of panic briefly visible before she adopted a victim's demeanor, "It's not that I want

her, viewing her as the underdog oppressed by the wealthy. "Haley, the child you're carrying belongs to your late husband. Do we really need to talk about how he

to come here,

"Fine, then say it. We live under the

was trying to intimidate