Chapter 1

In this world of wealthy families where affairs had become an unspoken rule, my husband was supposed to be the exception.

For five years of marriage, from the smallest things like choosing my clothes and styling my hair to every aspect of my daily life, he insisted on handling everything himself. However, no one knew that his devotion to me was bought with a betrayal from three years ago.

Vincent Harlow and I were childhood sweethearts, and we married young.

When I heard he had jumped from that building, I softened in the end. I cared for him for six months until he recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

After that, Vincent really did change. He handed off all his business engagements to his assistant and stayed by my side constantly.

On our fifth anniversary, Vincent spent a fortune to charter an entire cruise ship. Fireworks lit up the sky for me.

Surrounded by such extravagant romance, I felt grateful that I had not let one mistake make me lose him completely.

If there was one regret, it was that we had no children.

The hospital tests said I had difficulty conceiving.

Even though Vincent reassured me we could adopt a child later, I went to hospital after hospital for treatment. I took over a hundred injections.

When nothing worked, I went abroad for treatment without telling Vincent. The moment the test results came back, I froze in place.

There was nothing wrong with me! Then why did every domestic hospital say the problem was mine? I took the test results and flew back overnight to find Vincent.

Instead, I saw him carrying a child around three years old as he ran out of Oasis Group headquarters, heading straight for the hospital building across the street.

I did not have time to think. I followed him.

The moment I reached the pediatric clinic, I heard Vincent's angry voice. "It's been so long and you can't even diagnose a fever. What good are any of you? Just get out, all of you!"

The other doctors were drenched in cold sweat. Only the head of pediatrics stepped forward, patting him soothingly. "Vincent, you've been a father for almost three years now. Can you rein in that temper? The diagnosis isn't even out yet."

A father for almost three years? For a moment, I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Vincent, how's our baby doing?" A delicate, anxious voice suddenly rang out.

The voice came from behind me. She shoved me aside, crying as she threw herself into Vincent's arms.

It was Kiara Underwood. She was the college student Vincent had his one-night stand with all those years ago!

That was their child!

Vincent wiped away her tears, rubbing her head soothingly. "Don't worry. The baby will be fine."

The pediatrician sighed helplessly. "Goodness, you parents are all the same. So anxious! Relax. With me here, the child will be fine.

"I remember since the baby was born, you two have been bringing the child in together for shots and checkups. Every single time, you both cry harder than the kid does.

"But speaking of which, Vincent, Elena left back then because you slept with Kiara by accident. You even broke your leg trying to win her back. If she ever found out you and Kiara have a child together..."

Before he could finish, Vincent's expression darkened. "So everyone here better keep their mouths shut. If I find out anyone leaked this, don't blame me for what happens."

The medical staff immediately nodded.

I let out a cold laugh, walking toward them step by step. "So am I interrupting your little family outing to the hospital?"