Anna's POV
I stared at Marcus, unable to process the words that had just left his mouth.
My mind raced, trying to make sense of what he'd offered. This powerful man had just volunteered to be the father of my children-children who weren't biologically his.
The room seemed to spin around me.
I gripped the arm of my chair, steadying myself. During my entire marriage to Jack, I'd questioned my worth daily-was I not good enough to hold his interest, his respect? Now here I was, divorced and six months pregnant, with two successful men competing to father my children. Life's ironies could be brutal.
I reached out and closed all three jewelry boxes with trembling fingers.
The sapphire necklace was exquisite, but it was the jade bracelets for my unborn twins that truly stole my breath. He'd thought of them—not just me.
"I love the gifts. Thank you, Uncle Marcus," I managed, my voice steadier than I felt. His knowing look told me he understood my hesitation.
