Hild

Three days after giving birth, my husband leaves me alone at home to care for the baby, saying that he needs to leave on an urgent business trip. Three days later, I've just arrived at the hospital when I see a family photo his childhood sweetheart has shared on her social media. It's captioned, "This was taken during a trip. We're a happy family of three." I'm surprised to see my husband grinning in the photo and comment on it with a question mark. He immediately calls me to reprimand me. "Do you know how hard it is for her as a single mother? She doesn't have a man to care for her. All I did was take a photo with her. Do you have to be so petty?" That evening, his childhood sweetheart shares a photo of some monetary gifts. "He insisted on giving me this after taking the family photo." I know my husband gave that to her to pacify her. This time, however, I'm ready to leave him.

“You're pregnant?” “The baby doesn't have a father,” Vanessa said with a shaky voice. “Then make the baby have one. Marry Lucian and get him to sleep with you. Then pin the baby on him.” her mother said with a stern expression. “I'm not your pawn in your business deals!” “Then prove it. Take these pills and erase the mistake before it ruins us all.” After billionaire heiress Vanessa Roothmoore catches her husband Damon cheating on her with her best friend, Sabrina who got pregnant in the process. Vanessa's marriage and trust collapse in one public, humiliating night. Determined to reclaim her life, she walks away from betrayal only to find herself tangled in an unexpected intoxicating one-night stand with a mysterious stranger, Zane. And that night leaves her pregnant. But when she confronts him, he denies ever knowing her. And just when she thinks her life couldn't get more complicated, her ruthless mother doesn't stop pushing her towards an arranged marriage with a powerful heir Lucian. Vanessa is trapped between a child no one wants to claim, a family determined to control her, and two men whose truths are more dangerous than their lies.

On my birthday, my husband of five years accompanied his childhood sweetheart to celebrate her dog's birthday. Avery Simpson published a loving post: [The happiest baby in the world. Mom and Dad will be with you. I hope you're always happy.] Seeing the words "Mom and Dad", I commented a question mark with confusion. The next moment, I found myself blocked. Charles Logan called me and lashed out at me. "Why do you always have to mess things up at the worse possible time? You're worse than a dog. How despicable!" Shortly after, Avery changed her profile picture to one of her and Charles, hands intertwined. When I saw the obvious provocation, I didn't get angry like before. That's because I had already made up my mind to get a divorce.