Chapter 1

Alexander’s secretary was pregnant. And it was his.

At our ninth-anniversary party, he brought her home. To our home.

He told me, so casually, his voice devoid of any warmth or apology:

“Serena is picky with her food, so for her meals, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, nothing can be repeated.”

“She’s delicate and gets scared easily, so she needs company to fall asleep. Pack your things, Chloe. You’ll be moving to the guest room.”

I didn’t say a word.

I just walked over to the neatly packed suitcase that had been waiting for days, picked it up, and calmly headed for the front door.

Our butler started to protest, but Alexander just let out a cold, dismissive laugh.

“Let her throw her tantrum. She’ll be crawling back in shame within three days, anyway.”

Everyone burst into laughter, their cruel amusement echoing in the grand hall.

Right in front of my face, they started a bet – ten million dollars.

They bet I wouldn’t even last until morning, that I’d be crying, begging Alexander like a stray dog to let me back in.

But what they didn’t know was that *someone else* had already arranged a Maybach for me, waiting outside the gates.

This time, I was truly leaving.