All Chapters of He Gave My Bed To His Mistress, So I Took Everything : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

VIVIAN'S POV"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lowe. We can't file this under your name."I stared at the nurse behind the desk, my fingers tightening around the folder I'd waited three years to hold.I'd struggled with a chronic illness for years, and it had also made pregnancy impossible. Even as a former doctor, I'd never been able to figure out what was wrong with my own body.After six months of treatment, my doctor finally had told me I was healthy enough to have a baby. I’m here today to register our marriage details so the doctor can help us conceive."What do you mean you can't file it?"The nurse glanced at her screen, then back at me. Something in her expression made my stomach tighten."Your husband already has an open file with us. Under a different wife's name."For a moment, I forgot how to breathe."His what?""His wife." She hesitated. "I'm sorry. The records are confidential, but the marriage certificate and ID he provided match another woman's file. She registered with us two weeks

NATHANIEL'S POVI set the phone down and looked at Chloe, sprawled across the hotel bed in one of my shirts, and told myself that this didn't take anything away from Vivi. Vivi was the first woman I'd ever wanted enough to earn. Five years of being careful with her, patient with her, married to a version of restraint that had never once come naturally. Chloe didn't require any of that. Chloe just wanted me. I wasn't going to lose either one. I'd built an empire out of never choosing between things I wanted. Chloe reached for me again, pouting at the interruption, and I was still deciding whether I had the energy for her mood when my phone rang. It was my assistant. "Sir, I checked the hospital records like you asked. Mrs. Lowe wasn't with her friend yesterday. She went alone. To obstetrics." I sat up. "Obstetrics," I repeated, the word landing strange in my mouth. "Yes, sir. Thought you'd want to know." I looked at the door Vivi wasn't behind, three hundred miles away

It was Chloe's handwriting on the cover.Nathaniel's Hundred Wishes.I stared at the words for a long moment, my fingers resting on the edge of the notebook.I knew I shouldn't open it.But I did.The first page was filled with dates and neatly written wishes. Some had little hearts beside them, while others were crossed out with a satisfied check mark.March 2nd — My birthday. Watch the northern lights together and kiss for ten full minutes beneath them.May 20th — Watch fireworks over the water. I want him to propose right there, in front of everyone, so the whole world knows I'm the woman he loves.July 14th — Skydive over New Zealand in a wedding dress. Fifteen thousand feet in the air. I want a memory he'll never forget.I turned the page.Then another.And another.There were dozens of wishes, each one more extravagant than the last. Private island getaways. Expensive jewelry. Surprise parties. Romantic dinners in places I'd only ever seen in magazines.My fingers tightened arou

VIVIAN'S POV"I think you have the wrong person." I finally spoke, my voice a little hoarse due to my dry throat.It came out steadier than I felt. Steadier than anything about me at that moment, my knees drawn up, palm pressed against the bark of the tree as though it were the last solid thing in the city."Mercer." I tried the word out loud. It didn’t ring a bell. I shook my head slowly. "I've never heard that name in my life. Whoever you're looking for, it isn't me."The man didn't argue. He stayed crouched at my level with the streetlight behind him, watching me with the same still attention he'd had outside the hospital, like someone waiting for a skittish animal to decide whether to bolt."My search led me here," he said. "To you." he paused for a beat. "If it’s not Mercer, what's your name then?"I hesitated. Not because it wasn't true, but because it was midnight and I was alone, and my name felt like something you shouldn't hand to a stranger. I was too tired to invent anothe

VIVIAN’S POV I stood in the corridor with my phone in my hand and did the sum, and hated myself for every year I had spent at home. If I'd kept my job, I would have had this in a drawer somewhere. I would have been able to save my own grandmother. So I called everyone I had. Old classmates, colleagues from the year I'd worked, the ones I had let drift. I said the same thing to each of them and hated it every time. By the end I had fifty thousand. It wasn't enough. I scrolled through my contacts. Past names I hadn't spoken to in years, past Nathaniel's clients' wives I'd met at galas and never called again. My thumb stopped on an entry saved that morning. Street Grandma. The old woman from this morning. The one who'd fallen on the pavement. I stared at it for a long time. It was absurd. I had known her for ten minutes. I had no right to call her about anything, let alone this. But my grandmother was somewhere behind those doors, and I was out of people to be proud in front of. I