He Broke Our Engagement, So I Took Everything He Had

### Chapter 6

I was packing the remnants of the wedding dress into my suitcase when it started to rain.

Good.

That way, no one would see my tears.

I didn't remember how I got from the bridal shop to the hotel.

My father called to tell me the full withdrawal of investments was underway.

Six months at most, and Delgado Corp would cease to exist.

When he saw the gauze on my head and the rainwater still dripping from my hair, my father's eyes filled with tears.

"I'll make that bastard crawl to you on his knees right now!"

I shook my head weakly, but my voice was steel.

"No, Dad. It's not time yet."

Just a few months ago, doctors had discovered that Stewart's sperm was abnormal, making it nearly impossible for him to father a child.

Was Vivian really carrying Stewart's baby?

After that, the fever hit.

I drifted in and out of a haze, but my phone kept buzzing with Stewart's calls, one after another.

I didn't have the strength to deal with him. I turned my phone off.

But then came the sound of fists hammering the door. "Leonora! Don't think I don't know you're in there. Get out here!"

The next second, the hotel room door was kicked open.

Stewart's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed me off the bed and dragged me toward the door.

"Happy now? Vivian lost the baby, you vicious bitch!"

I struggled in his grip, shouting back.

"She threw herself at the wall on purpose! I didn't do anything!"

Stewart shoved me into the car.

"I saw you push her with my own eyes. Do you think I'm blind?"

He ran every red light on the way to the hospital and dragged me into Vivian's room.

Then he kicked me behind the knees.

Searing pain shot through me as I crashed onto the cold tile floor.

"Bow your head to Vivian. Apologize!"

I clenched my teeth so hard they ached. "I didn't do it. If you don't believe me, check the security cameras at the bridal shop yourself!"

Stewart stared down at me, his gaze a mixture of disappointment and hatred.

"Leonora, do you have any idea what your little shove did? Vivian didn't just lose the baby. The doctors say she can never get pregnant again."

"How are you going to make that right?!"

On the hospital bed, Vivian's face was a mess of tears.

"Stewart, my biggest dream was to have a baby. But now I'll never be able to. Blaming someone else won't change that."

Stewart's gaze locked onto me, cold and unblinking.

"Since you're the one who took away Vivian's chance to be a mother, you're going to have a child and give it to her."

My eyes went wide. "Stewart, do you hear how insane you sound?"

"You owe a debt, you pay it back. Simple as that!"

For her, he'd lost all reason. He truly was desperate in his love for this woman.

A laugh tore out of me, so violent my whole body shook.

Then, quietly, I lowered my eyes. "Fine. You got what you wanted."

I didn't miss the flash of triumph that crossed Vivian's face.

Stewart scoffed and produced a surrogacy contract.

It wasn't even legally enforceable. He actually thought my signature would make it binding.

Black ink on white paper.

"Can I go now?"

Stewart took the signed contract, then flicked a glance to the side. His bodyguards closed in around me.

My heart dropped. "Stewart, what else do you want?!"

"Vivian's been waiting for this wedding for a long time. Nothing is going to go wrong." He said it like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. "After the ceremony tomorrow, I'll let you go."

I was thrown into the Delgado family's basement. My head struck the concrete floor, and everything went black.

When I came to in the darkness, I found the livestream on my phone. The wedding was about to begin.

Stewart and Vivian's wedding was every bit as extravagant as I'd expected.

Dozens of A-list celebrities filled the guest list, and the ceremony was streaming worldwide, broadcasting their so-called love story for all to see.

That was when a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance.

A middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

I whispered, "Dad."

Stewart and Vivian rushed forward with welcoming smiles.

"Chairman Hughes, you're too kind! You didn't have to bring a gift. Your presence alone is more than enough."

When my father's assistant handed over a document envelope, both their eyes lit up.

"What's the gift? Honey, open it, quick!"

Stewart couldn't tear it open fast enough. He pulled out the papers inside.

He must have been expecting shares, assets, something of that nature.

Instead, his gaze froze on a single line of red text.

"'Confirmed: Patient was born without a uterus. Permanent infertility. Patient name: Vivian Porter'?!"