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.

public moment for her outburst, banking on the presence of the crowd to protect her from any rash

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

stop at nothing to secure her entry into the Wagner family and the luxurious life she

negative press about them and their business empire would flood the internet by tomorrow. "Why

attempted to pull Haley away, but the onlookers

beside me was seething,

boldly

so outrageous that it only highlighted her desperation,

family into a

dignity and use her unborn child as a bargaining chip, a level of malice that was

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

briefly visible before she adopted a victim's demeanor, "It's

the crowd seemed to sympathize with 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 died right here and now?" I pressed

dared to come here,

say it. We live under the rule of

was trying to