### Chapter 5
He sat down and pulled me into his arms, brows drawn tight. "Young stock is going to take a beating tomorrow. That's more than a decade of your work on the line."
I stared at him, and something in me went cold.
He was the one who'd leaked those private photos of me, and he actually thought that blurring the background meant I wouldn't recognize our own bedroom.
John kissed my forehead.
"Here's what we do. You hold a press conference, apologize to Serena on a livestream, and sign her to Young Group. I'll handle the PR from there. It'll all blow over."
I didn't want to look at his fake tenderness a second longer. I dropped my eyes and pulled up a small smile.
"You're right. I should do a livestream."
Only it wouldn't be an apology. It would be showing everyone exactly how they'd slandered me and dragged the Young name through the mud.
"I'm glad you've come around." Something pleased flickered in John's eyes, and his voice went soft with promise. "Once the baby's here, we'll have the wedding right away. The whole world will know you're carrying the Farley heir, not some bastard child."
I closed my hand around the silver flash drive Landon had given me and said nothing.
The livestream was set for two days later.
The next day, I went in for the abortion. I ran my hand over my empty stomach and felt something hollow out in me too.
My voice came out rough. "I'm sorry, baby. I hope you find your way to a family that loves you with everything they have."
A nurse came into the room, her face full of envy.
"President Farley is so good to his girlfriend. The pregnancy was barely confirmed and he'd already given her a ten-carat diamond ring. He says he's throwing an island wedding."
Serena's coaxing voice drifted in from the hallway.
"The baby's so lucky, having a father as good as you."
The man I knew so well laughed, his voice doting down to the bone.
"You and the baby are my whole world, of course. Your father and I have it all arranged. When the time comes, we'll teach that woman a lesson she won't forget—"
The tenderness that had once been mine alone was now a blade turned against me.
I looked down at my bare ring finger, thought of how he'd promised me the most beautiful diamond at our wedding, and slowly started to laugh.
John Farley, how long do you get to be happy? You seem to have forgotten you have severe low sperm count.
In the middle of the night, the mattress dipped behind me, and a large hand gently smoothed my hair.
"Sweetheart, I'll be away on business for two weeks starting next week. Take good care of yourself and the baby. Don't make me worry."
Business trip, or a honeymoon with her? It didn't matter anymore.
When the sun rose again, I got in the car headed for the press conference.
The livestream hall was already packed with reporters, paparazzi, influencers with tens of millions of followers—over a hundred people, all craning their necks in anticipation.
Frank Barrett and his family sat in the front row. John had tucked himself into a hidden corner, thinking he was well out of sight.
My secretary spotted me and hurried over, her voice tight with worry.
"Chairwoman Young, I hear a lot of the media here today have already been bought off by the Barretts. The hit pieces on you are ready to run. Maybe we should—"
I cut her off.
"What is there to be afraid of."
At seven years old I'd already learned that cowering only makes the bad ones bolder.
Seeing how firm I was, she could only nod and give me a little fist of encouragement.
I'd barely sat down when the livestream screen lit up.
The woman on the screen wore a sharp business suit, her stomach hidden behind the desk, nothing out of the ordinary to see.
She had a face that was sixty, seventy percent her mother's.
I looked at her and let a faint smile through. Mom. It's been over twenty years. Today I'm setting things right for you.
The host opened his mouth, and every word came barbed.
"Chairwoman Young, Miss Barrett interned at your company and turned in outstanding work, yet you insulted her—told her she 'wasn't fit to shine your shoes.' Are you jealous that she's younger and more talented than you?"
"And I understand you grew up in an orphanage. Is that why you've transferred your missing father's love onto so many different men?"
He'd barely finished when Serena's tears spilled over below.
"I never wanted to fight anyone. I only ever wanted to be recognized for my own hard work."
"Is it just because I come from a happy family, because I'm reasonably pretty, that I'm guilty in Chairwoman Young's eyes and deserve to be bullied?"
The room exploded in an instant.
"This Jennifer Young has such rotten character. Can't stand another woman outshining her. Disgusting."
"Look at how brazen she is—now you know how Young Group really got where it is. A company run by a mistress who had a mother to bear her but no one to raise her. I call on everyone to boycott!"
"Her private life is such a mess she doesn't even know who the father is, and she still has the nerve to sit up there?"
Frank Barrett and Vera Baxter turned to look at me, both wearing the smug expression of people waiting to watch me squirm my way out.
The host, sensing the mood had peaked, turned to me again.
"Chairwoman Young, what do you have to say to everyone's doubts? Or is it that you really do have something you can't bring yourself to make public?"
Every camera fixed on my face at once.
Under their gleeful, show-watching stares, I gave Landon a nod.
The next second the livestream screen cut abruptly to a snow-swept street.
In the dark, a car came barreling into a pregnant woman at the curb.
The moment the driver's face flashed across the screen, the smugness drained clean off the Barretts' faces.
