The Billionaire's Betrayed Wife My Sweet Revenge

After returning home from a business trip, I found a pregnancy test in the trash.

Once, even a trace of perfume on Ian Delgado's collar would have sent me spiraling—interrogating him, tracking his movements, demanding answers.

But this time, I simply called the housekeeper to change the sheets and reminded Ian of his promise.

"You said only my child would ever be your heir."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. His arm tightened around my waist.

"Then let's make one now."