I find myself sitting in front of him with a glass of champagne in my hand. His penetrating gaze on me, "I should consult with a lawyer to know how to make that will invalid," he comments.

I still don't understand how he hasn't thought about this before. “I thought you were an intelligent man. Didn't you notice the minor detail that we should have a child before seeking revenge and getting me into this?" I ask sarcastically and take a sip of the exquisite champagne.

His silence makes me think I'm right. He didn't think about it. "I wanted my parents to mistrust you when they met you; so, they won't name the clause. But I don't know why, they liked you from day one. Maybe, if they knew that your father was responsible for my sister's death, they would change opinion "he explains, and this information it's new for me.

"They don't know?" I ask, totally surprised, and he denies it. "My sister never told them she was pregnant, she half confessed that secret and