However, he never realized something—I did not need him. I only needed a capable man to have a child with and carry on the Iverson family legacy.
As I turned to leave, Zachary’s sharp eyes caught me. “OMG! Rowena? What are you doing here?”
That single exclamation drew everyone’s attention to me.
Shawn looked at me, too, but he did not release the girl in his arms. He maintained that subtle smirk with an inexplicable certainty—sure that I would be heartbroken over him and that in this relationship, I was the one desperately seeking his approval.
I had initially planned to leave quietly, but I changed my mind when I saw the smug look on his face. I stepped into the room and walked straight to Shawn.
The young girl in his arms noticed me and timidly called out, “Rowena…”
I let my gaze linger on her for a moment before asking with feigned confusion, “And you are?”
Blair Newman froze for a moment, seemingly embarrassed. Then, she pressed herself closer to Shawn, mumbling, “Mr. Turner…”
“Just kidding. I remember you,” I suddenly said with a light laugh. “You’re that shameless woman I sponsored right into my boyfriend’s arms.”
