Replaced by a Lookalike, I Took Everything Back

Willow's POV

My husband, Adrian Quinton, pushed the divorce papers away and wearily rubbed his temples.

"I told you, I won't divorce. What are you throwing a fit about this time?"

I looked at him, feeling as though the face I'd known so well had somehow become a stranger.

"I'm tired, Adrian."

"I said we're not getting divorced, so we're not getting divorced! Stop being so unreasonable, Willow! There's nothing going on between Ella and me!"

His voice rose, a hint of panic creeping into it.

Behind him, Ella Sutton clutched her chest and began dry-heaving.

Adrian immediately rushed to steady her, his voice full of concern.

"Ella, is the baby making you sick again?"

Ella didn't deny it. She simply glanced at me weakly, a flicker of smug satisfaction in her eyes.

Only then did Adrian realize he'd slipped up and turned to look at me.

My heart sank.

She was carrying his child, but he still said there was nothing going on between them?

My silence seemed to enrage him, and he finally dropped all pretenses.

"Fine! Yes, Ella is pregnant, but it was an accident! We were both drunk that night… Willow, listen to me. Once the baby is born, we'll raise it as our own. Ella's agreed to it too. Don't overthink it."

At his words, a flash of resentment and jealousy flickered in Ella's eyes.

I curled my lips into a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"No. I don't want a child my husband had with another woman."

That was the final straw for Adrian.

"You can't even have children anymore! Just because you can't conceive, does that mean I have to give up my right to be a father? Willow Jones, how could you be so selfish?"

His words pierced my heart like a knife, striking exactly where it hurt.

Five years ago, a group of haters had surrounded Adrian. I'd thrown myself in front of him, taking all 18 stab wounds meant for him.

The blades had cut deep, leaving me unable to ever conceive.

After I was discharged, I asked him for a divorce for the first time.

He'd cried inconsolably, holding my hand and swearing that he'd rather go his entire life without children than ever lose me.

So much for vows. He'd forgotten his promise like it was nothing.

The moment Adrian saw the hurt in my eyes, his anger abruptly faded.

Realizing he'd gone too far, he tried to make amends and softened his voice.

"Come on, Willow. Be good. I'm never going to leave you. I swear."

When I still refused to respond, what was left of his patience finally ran out.

"Think about it carefully. Ella will be staying here for a while so I can take care of her. Make sure you prepare an extra serving at dinner."

Ella chimed in with a sweet smile, "Sorry to trouble you, Willow. My morning sickness has been pretty bad lately, so Adrian is worried about me…"

Adrian's expression hardened as he resumed the cold, aloof air of an award-winning superstar.