Chapter 8 - The Confrontation on the Coast
Payton stepped back toward the porch railing, her instincts instantly shifting into protective mother mode. "How did you find me, Spencer?"
"I hired forty investigators..." Spencer wept, sinking to his knees on the wooden steps, too weak to stand. "Payton... please... I know everything. My mother told me about the Zurich report. I know what Chloe did to me. I'm dying, Payton... my organs are failing..."
Payton looked down at her dying ex-husband. The arrogant, wealthy CEO who had dismissed her six-year marriage in a single afternoon was now broken, begging on her porch steps.
"Why are you here, Spencer?" Payton asked, her voice steady and cold. "Did you come here hoping I'd save your life?"
"I came because I realized I destroyed the only good thing I ever had!" Spencer sobbed, pressing his forehead against the wooden porch floor. "I don't care about the money! I don't care about the empire! I just wanted to look at you one last time and tell you how sorry I am... and... whose babies are those?"
Payton walked slowly down the steps, stopping right in front of him.
"They are yours, Spencer," she said softly.
Spencer lifted his head, his face pale with shock. "Mine?"
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"I took four pregnancy tests two weeks before your mother and Chloe walked into my living room," Payton revealed, her eyes burning with quiet power. "I carried quadruplets—four healthy babies. And because of my genetics, every single one of them carries the exact suppressor gene that could cure your condition."
Spencer stared at her, utterly frozen, as the full weight of his foolishness crushed his soul. She was carrying his four children—the four heirs he had prayed for—while he had traded her away for a trap.
