MasukLater, Victoria told me that after the Sterlings cut him loose, Derek left the state. He never came back.Word was he tried to rebuild from scratch, but old friends screwed him over. He racked up debts and went into hiding. Nobody knew where he was now.None of that was my concern anymore.With Victoria's help, Jamie's last name was officially changed to Harmon.After that was done, we both quietly deleted each other's numbers.We were always from different worlds. A few months of crossing paths wasn't going to change the course of either of our lives.But she did say something I half agreed with.We both deserve better. And taking care of ourselves is what matters most.The only difference is -- you don't rely on someone else to do it. You rely on yourself.Jamie bounced along beside me, humming a tune."Mommy, what are we having for dinner?""What do you want?""Mac and cheese! The really cheesy kind.""You got it."Just like our life from here on out -- simple, warm, and exactly rig
A few days before the Sterlings threw him out for good, my phone buzzed with a bank notification.Five million dollars.The memo read: Jamie's child support.I stared at the number for a long time.I didn't know where he'd gotten the money, but I knew it was probably Derek Sterling's final play.Whatever his motive, it didn't matter anymore.I didn't have the luxury of turning it down. I needed the money to give Jamie a real chance at a decent life.When I told Victoria, she went quiet for a moment.Then: "At least he has a shred of conscience."Conscience. Maybe not quite.Knowing him the way I did, he wasn't acting out of guilt. He was hedging his bets, trying to keep a door open.But Jamie and I would never be his safety net.I was making plans to take Jamie to a new city and start over.Before leaving, I visited my father's grave one last time.I didn't expect to find Derek there."Ella, please don't be upset." His voice was strained. "I asked Victoria to tell me. I know you're lea
The night I discovered Victoria's account, I had sent her a DM.She replied almost immediately.She wanted proof.I figured nothing would be more convincing than hearing it with her own ears.The Ashfords might not have cared about Derek having a secret lover or even a child on the side. But they would absolutely care about deception and betrayal.Nobody wants to find out they've been backing someone who's been playing them all along.That evening, after picking up Jamie, I sat down with Frank and Martha for an honest conversation.They weren't bad people. Apart from keeping their distance from me, they'd never gone out of their way to make my life harder.Their real son worked as a chauffeur for the Sterling family. When Derek found them, he'd promised their whole family generous compensation.He'd also told them that his position in the Sterling family was too precarious to bring me into his real life, and that story had touched their hearts -- they actually felt for him.They were a
"Second condition." I looked at him coldly. "I'm taking Jamie. You will never see him again. Child support -- five million dollars, lump sum.""Ella, don't push it!" Derek jabbed a finger at me. "Jamie is my son too!""Perfect. Then I'll take Jamie straight to the Ashfords and let them know that their future son-in-law already has a child. Let them watch their daughter raise her fiance's secret kid before they've even walked down the aisle.""You--!" Derek flushed with rage, but then a calculated calm settled over him. "In families like ours, a secret kid is hardly a scandal. You can't threaten me with that.""Is that so? That only works if your family actually values you. If you had nothing, would the Ashfords still choose you?"Derek had two older siblings above him and a favored younger brother below. His current position was entirely thanks to the Ashford family's backing. If they pulled their support, he would be finished.He had assumed that by the end of the year at the latest,
I stared at his nonchalant expression, my whole body trembling."Sure, treating your dad wasn't exactly expensive for me, but I was playing the broke-college-kid role back then. Sitting around babysitting a dying man alongside you? That gets old fast.""I mean, I could keep up the act, but not forever. I wanted you, so your father had to go." He shrugged. "It's not complicated."This was the man I had loved for six years."You got what you wanted. So why keep stringing me along all these years? Running back and forth to keep up the charade -- wasn't that exhausting?" My voice came out ice-cold, as if it belonged to someone else.He smiled, his tone turning gentle. "Come on. You keep a cat or a dog for a few years and you get attached. People are no different.""Besides, that period was critical for my return to the corporation. I didn't want any loose ends."His gaze drifted for a moment before settling back on me. "Now I'm more or less secure. Just play along, and I won't let you and
Derek arrived the next afternoon.When the doorbell rang, I checked my reflection in the mirror: pale, eyes swollen and red, lips cracked. The picture of a woman broken by grief and exhaustion.Derek stood in the doorway, travel-worn and visibly anxious.I noticed his clothes -- cleaner and more put-together than usual.He must have been in too much of a rush to throw on his usual delivery-guy clothes."Where's Jamie?" He walked straight past me into the house. "How is he? Is he any better? You said the doctor wanted to admit him -- if you're worried, let's go together."I stood behind him and closed the door."The doctor said this morning that admission would be best, but they need a five-thousand-dollar deposit first. I couldn't come up with it on such short notice." I looked at him, shrinking into myself.He paused, apparently thinking. "I already sent you everything I had this month. Let me see if I can borrow from a coworker..."He was still pretending. Even with his child suppose







