Heidi kicked over the coffee table, sending glass shards scattering across the floor. Her trembling finger pointed at Jason's face. "Jason Roland, you dare say cheating on me was for my own good?"

Jason knelt on the floor, sweat beading on his forehead. "Honey, let me explain—"

"Explain my ass!" Heidi grabbed a vase and smashed it at his feet. "Four years! I've drunk enough herbal medicine to drown you!"

Jason grabbed her wrist. "Three failed IVF attempts! What was I supposed to do? Grandpa keeps demanding an heir!"

She wrenched free, chest heaving. The memories flooded back—quack remedies that made her vomit, the agony of egg retrieval that left her unconscious.

"So you went whoring in bars?" Her voice cracked.

Jason groveled. "Just a $5,000 transaction! That woman isn't fit to lick your boots!"

Heidi yanked his collar. "You only met her during ovulation? How convenient!"

His face paled. "I'm sorry—"

"Buy me a Hermès tomorrow." She shoved him away. "Lie to me again—" The fruit knife plunged into the sofa.

Jason gulped. "Done! Anything you want!"

She studied his shifty eyes and smirked. "Where does she live?"

"Eastside Apartments..." He stammered. "Honey, what are you—"

Heidi grabbed her jacket. "To meet the mother of my future 'son.'"