Sheila's POV
I drove away from the church with my heart pounding.
That had been too close.
Jayden had almost ruined everything by exposing my fake ultrasound.
But it didn't matter now.
I was on my way to get what I needed.
A real baby.
A baby I could claim was Elijah's.
A baby that would give me access to all his money.
I had found the perfect girl three weeks ago at St. Mary's Shelter.
Her name was Emma.
She was seventeen years old.
Eight months pregnant.
And completely alone in the world.
No parents. No family. No one to protect her.
She was desperate and scared.
Which made her perfect for my plan.
I had been visiting her every few days, pretending to be her friend.
Bringing her food and baby clothes.
Telling her I wanted to help.
Yesterday, I had made my offer.
"I'll give you fifty thousand dollars for your baby," I told her.
Her eyes had gone wide.
"Fifty thousand?" she whispered.
