For Better, Not Yours
On the eve of my engagement banquet, news broke that my fiancé had fathered a child with his mistress, and it spread like wildfire.
Before I could confront him, Jayden Ford brushed it off casually.
"It was just an accident. Focus on organizing the engagement banquet first. Besides, your dad’s in the late stages of stomach cancer. Calling off the engagement now won’t do either family any good."
That night, he skipped the banquet but posted a photo of a swaddled newborn on social media.
When I video-called him, he was bottle-feeding the baby.
"I’ve been busy taking care of the kid. You know how it is. Our family lineage has always been sparse and dwindling, and the child takes priority."
He wiped milk from the baby’s mouth. "But don’t worry. Once he’s a month old, I’ll send him to the overseas. Just show up on holidays and pretend to be his mom. The title of Mrs. Ford will always be yours."
I stared at the matching diamond ring on his finger and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Jayden, this engagement is off."
He scoffed, "You're really throwing a tantrum over something like this? Don’t be so childish."
I hung up on him and called his father—Charles Ford—directly.
"I heard you’re looking for a new wife? Why not consider me?" I ran a hand over my belly and smiled. "After all, I’ve got a naturally fertile body. I can give you as many sons as you want."
So much for being the sole heir. I’ll make sure he has plenty of brothers to keep him company.