Chapter 2

I returned to my bedroom feeling hollow and defeated. It was nothing more than a cramped space at the end of the second floor—right next to Damien’s.

I could still hear his voice in my head.

“The size of the room doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re close to me! This is just temporary. Once I finish renovating the wedding room, we’ll get married.”

Eight years had passed, and now the wedding room he’d once prepared so carefully no longer belonged to me.

I opened my suitcase, ready to pack my clothes, when the door suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

Vivian strutted in, her belly prominent, chin lifted as she scanned the room with disdain.

“So this is your bedroom? It’s even smaller than the bathroom in my suite. How pathetic. You’ve clung to my husband for eight years and still have no title. He even gave me the wedding room he promised you. What are you still hanging around for? Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Her voice dripped with mockery and triumph.

I shut the suitcase with a hard snap. My tone was ice-cold.

“You’re not welcome here. Get out.”

Vivian raised a brow, her voice laced with scorn.

“Did you forget? I’m the mistress of this villa now. Who are you to tell me to leave? Soon, my child will be the heir to the Jones family. You’re nothing but a shameless mistress. You’ll end up with nothing!”

My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. Tears burned behind my eyes.

Each word hit like a slap across the face, leaving my cheeks flaming with humiliation.

I was about to reply when she suddenly staggered, letting out a sharp cry as she crumpled to the floor, clutching her belly.

“Help! My baby…”

Damien came rushing in, panic etched into every line of his face. He swept her into his arms.

Vivian wrapped her arms around his neck, sobbing pitifully.

“I just… I just wanted to talk to Estelle. I-I must’ve said something wrong and upset her. I’m sorry… It’s all my fault…”

Damien’s eyes snapped to me, blazing with fury and bitter disappointment.

“Estelle, no matter what she said, you shouldn’t have touched her. She’s pregnant! How could you do this? You used to be kind. What have you become?”

His words froze my blood.

“I didn’t! I didn’t push her!”

Damien exploded.

“Still denying it?

“You and Vivian were the only ones here. If it wasn’t you, who was it? Do you think I’d believe she fell on her own? She treasures that baby more than her own life!”

I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, lips quivering.

“So… you don’t believe me…”

“How am I supposed to believe you?”

He yanked me off the bed and gently laid Vivian in my place, immediately pulling out his phone to call the family doctor.

“You better pray she and the baby are okay!”

The doctor arrived quickly and examined Vivian thoroughly.

“The situation isn’t too serious. She just needs to stay in bed and rest for a few days.”

Damien hung on to every word, bombarding the doctor with questions about her diet, recovery, and even light pregnancy exercises.

He scribbled everything down in a notebook, desperate not to miss a single detail.

When the doctor finally left, Damien personally walked him out of the house.

As soon as he was gone, Vivian reclined on the bed, glancing at me where I stood frozen in the corner.

With a satisfied smirk, she said, “Damien’s going to be such a good father, don’t you think?”

Then, almost as if speaking to herself, she added.

“It was worth drugging him to make him the father of my child.”

I turned on her in a flash, pointing at her stomach, my voice shaking with rage.

“What did you just say?! Are you telling me that baby isn’t even Damien’s? That you drugged him?! Y-You’re insane! How dare you?!”

Vivian clapped a hand over her mouth, realizing she’d let the truth slip, but the smirk returned just as quickly.

“What difference does it make that you know? Nothing’s going to change. Do yourself a favor… and walk away.”