I generously allowed Dylan's lover to move into the villa. I arranged for the top care team to look after her needs.
I even advised Dylan to visit the girl more often. She needed care at this time, or she might develop prenatal depression.
Dylan looked serious and conflicted. He held my hand tightly. "Olivia, it's all for the child. When she gives birth, we'll take the baby and raise it. Then you'll be the mother," he said.
I smiled and nodded. "Whatever you say."
Watching his eager departure, I couldn't help but think, "Once the child is born and I'm gone, how will he feel when he recalls today?"
