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That child was Winnie's only connection to Ben.

She never expected him to call her at such a moment.

When Ben's name appeared on her phone, she answered immediately. However, not wanting Charlie to see her disheveled and emotional state, she stepped aside to take the call.

Ben's voice came through the line, cold and detached. "Winnie, I admit I approached you under a different name, but I've never done anything to harm you. And the child you're carrying, it's not mine."

His words hit her like a bolt from the blue.

If the child wasn't his, then whose was it?

That night, it was Ben who was by her side.

But then, he sent her a video. It was a horrifying one, showing those depraved playboys.

Everything became clear.

Ben had chosen this moment to reveal the truth, not to clear his name but to stop her from harming an innocent child. Even in her madness, she couldn't bring herself to harm a child she had once protected with her heart. No matter how lost Winnie felt, she could never bring herself to harm the child.

How could she not have realized it before? She had never truly crossed paths with someone like Ben before, someone so exceptional. And now she understood. It was all because of Jamie.

To Ben, she had only been a pawn. He didn't even bother to tell her his real name. All those times she reached out to him, all those moments she tried to get close, were met with indifference, if not outright disdain. Winnie took a deep, steadying breath and asked quietly, "Can I see you one last time? There are some things I need to say to you in person."

Ben, feeling it would be better to put an end to the situation face-to-face, agreed. "Alright."

Winnie proposed, "Let's meet in three days."

With that, she ended the call.

When Ben relayed the meeting to Jamie, who was still weak and bedridden, a smile finally appeared on her pale face.

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Seeing the faint smile on Jamie's face, Ben's heart skipped a beat.

This woman, who haunted his

dreams and stirred both his deepest love and bitterest resentment, had thrown herself into harm's way for a child who wasn't even his.

Ben recalled something his friend Sean had said. "If you love her, then just love her. Why can't you accept her child too?"

But her actions still left him unsettled. "Jamie, when you left me for a million dollars, did you ever regret it?"

Jamie hadn't expected such a question from the man who had done everything to punish her for her betrayal.

Regret?

The one million had paid off her father's debts and bought her family some peace, however brief. Without that money, who knows where they would be today? There were no easy answers.

With a bitter smile, she responded mockingly, "Ben, what difference does it make if I regret it? We're long past the point of no return."

Ben sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "How ridiculous. You still think I care about you? Jamie, you're not some goddess, and the world doesn't revolve around you. There are plenty of other women out there."

Hearing her response, Ben's frustration flared.

Was Jamie implying she had other admirers?

Was he the one stuck holding onto old feelings?

"I know," Jamie replied calmly. “I don't expect you to care about me or hold onto anything. I'm just stating the truth. I liked you, Ben, but in my heart, you are far less important than a million." en