"It's not happening. Lydia is the only woman I'll ever have as my wife. I won't look at anyone else," Quincy asserted firmly.

He hoped that by making his stance clear, his parents might finally back off. He also thought Tiffany would have the decency to realize she was unwelcome.

But he had misjudged her.

Tiffany kept her eyes glued to him. "Quincy, I don't mind if you can't let go of her right now. We're both young and have plenty of time. I believe that, sooner or later, you'll come around.

"And if anything, the fact that you can't forget her shows your loyalty. When you finally accept me, I know you'll be just as devoted to me. We'll have a great life together."

with Mrs. Perez, who took Tiffany's hand, beaming with approval. Lydia might be a wealthy heiress, but the Perez family wasn't so desperate that they needed to sell their son's

the child she lost had even been Quincy's? If anything, it was a relief that she had a miscarriage. Otherwise, Quincy might

get a divorce without any extra baggage. Isn't that better?" Mrs.

didn't realize this was the final straw

you mean by

waiting for. I'd already picked out a name and bought things for my child. And now it's all gone. Do you have any idea how much I'm hurting?" he said, his voice raw with

at the very least, he had hoped they wouldn't twist the knife

he had wanted nothing more than for Lydia to stay, but now he was grateful she had left before she could hear this. If she had, it would have broken her, and any chance of reconciliation would

Mrs. Perez scoffed. "Do you really think the Fay family heiress came to you for love? As her mother,

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