Chapter 1: The Woman in My Boyfriend's Room

Chloe Yates’ POV

“Really? He’s actually going to propose to me? How do you know that?” I couldn’t contain the excitement bubbling inside me.

“Girl, I risked my life being your undercover agent! Your boyfriend’s lips are so tight it’s impossible to pry anything out of him. He just said he wanted to surprise you. Don’t give me away!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect my little undercover agent.”

After the call with my best friend ended, my heart felt like it was soaked in honey—so sweet it almost overflowed.

Trevor Skyler and I had been together since college, now for a solid five years. We’d always been incredibly happy. After graduation, we moved in together. Each of us pursued our own careers—I became a lawyer, while Trevor, with his family’s investment, started a small company.

We constantly supported each other, stood by one another, and felt deeply connected. We were each other’s one and only.

I always knew we would get married someday.

But now, hearing that he was going to propose, I was so overjoyed that I nearly burst into tears.

What made it even more incredible was discovering I was pregnant right after winning my very first case. The positive test felt like a bolt of lightning, sending a surge of joy through my otherwise steady life.

I could already picture the three of us as a happy little family.

“I’m officially the happiest woman in the world!”

Unable to wait to see him, I crammed a week’s worth of work into three days and asked my supervisor for leave.

I booked the earliest flight and headed straight home.

During his proposal, I would give him the pregnancy report.

We both loved children, but since we weren’t ready yet, we hadn’t started a family.

Now, with him about to propose and us on the brink of creating a new chapter together, this baby felt like a gift from heaven.

In front of the door of our home, my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might leap out of my chest. Taking a deep breath, I tried to suppress my excitement and forced what I thought was a natural-looking smile before opening the door.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Pushing the door open, I was greeted by the sight of Trevor wearing nothing but a towel.

He’d clearly just showered, his damp curls clinging to his forehead, giving him a boyish, almost playful charm. Droplets of water glistened on his well-toned muscles, tracing the contours of his body before vanishing below the towel’s edge.

I smiled at him. “I missed you so much. I couldn’t wait to hug you, to kiss you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly. My fingers brushed over his firm chest, tracing faint lines across his muscles. My touch lingered on the hardened points of his chest, giving a slight pinch, feeling the shiver that ran through him.

Normally, when I teased him like this, he would lose control and pin me down on the bed. But today, he just held me gently.

He playfully flicked my nose and looked at me tenderly. “Why didn’t you let me know in advance? I could’ve come to pick you up.”

“I missed you, baby…” Trevor leaned closer, his lips moving toward mine.

But a sudden voice shattered the moment.

“Missed you~” A woman’s voice rang out, mimicking Trevor’s words in a mocking, singsong tone.

My heart sank instantly.

Turning toward the bedroom, I saw a woman strolling out at a leisurely pace.

She was wearing my robe, and beneath it, my lace camisole nightdress. Her chest was half-exposed, long hair casually draped over her shoulders, her face adorned with meticulously applied makeup. She looked smug and defiant as she locked eyes with me.

To top it off, she was holding a pair of underwear—Trevor’s underwear. The pair I had bought for him just last week.

She threw it at Trevor with a smirk. “Baby, put on your underwear! Hahaha!”

Her laughter rang out as her body shook with delight.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to suppress the surge of fury within. There had to be an explanation. Trevor had always kept his distance from other women after we started dating.

He never gave me any reason to feel jealous or worried. There must be some misunderstanding.

With a cold expression, I stared at the woman. “Who are you?”

Before Trevor could say a word, she stepped forward.

Extending her hand, she smiled and said sweetly, “Hi, I’m Rachel Rain. I’ve always been Trevor’s one and only real girlfriend.”

Right in front of me, she looped her arm around Trevor’s neck and hitched a leg around his waist, leaning forward until her ample chest was pressed against him. With a sultry smile, she whispered into his ear, “Trevor, care to explain who this is?”

What the hell was going on?

How could Trevor suddenly have another girlfriend out of nowhere?!