Chapter 6

Hayley POV

Because of my recent, consecutive strange behaviors, Spencer changed.

For several days straight, he was like a shadow, clinging to me every step of the way.

Until one morning, his phone vibrated.

He opened the message, and the sleepiness in his eyes vanished instantly.

He glanced at me, "asleep" beside him, pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then silently slipped out of bed and left the room.

The moment he left, I opened my eyes.

I checked my phone. The "Digital Ghost" agency had sent a message. my new identity's biometric data collection was complete, requiring only a final in-person confirmation.

In a covert biological laboratory.

I stared at the newly generated digital identity on the screen. From gene sequence to iris data, it was completely different from my own.

The entire process went smoothly.

It seemed Spencer would never suspect a thing.

Everything was ready.

As I finished my business and was about to leave, the person in charge called me back and handed me a file.

It was the final report from the investigation I had commissioned into Mia's background.

I opened the folder. The first page was a medical scan.

Under the "Diagnosis" section, it read. "Pregnancy, 12 weeks."

And under "Emergency Contact," two words were signed. Spencer.

They had a child?

I don't remember how I left, or how I got home.

In the dark room, my phone screen emitted a faint glow. Just as the screen was about to dim, a notification popped up. Mia was live-streaming.

I tapped it open.

Mia glowed in her maternity dress, sharing her pregnancy bliss with an adoring stream. The chat flooded with congratulations.

Then a man's hand entered the frame. Long fingers, a distinctive scar.

Ice flooded my veins. I knew that hand.

It had held my face, wiped away my tears, and put a ring on my finger.

But now, this hand was gently caressing Mia's swollen belly.

"Doctor's orders, love. Time to rest."

As this deep, magnetic voice spoke, the chat went wild.

"Wait...is that Spencer Corp's CEO?"

But the comment was quickly drowned out.

Mia smiled shyly, letting his hand hold hers. "He's very private. He doesn't want to show his face."

Fans began to tease, asking about their love story.

Mia glanced beside her, smiling. "Him? He once loved me so much. In high school, he wrote me love letters, but he was too nervous to say anything, afraid I'd reject him. Finally, I had to snatch his letter and tell him I would..."

My grip on the phone tightened abruptly.

That was our story.

"Plink."

Tears splattered onto the screen.

In the live stream, Mia suddenly announced she was going offline.

Facing her fans' protests, she playfully complained. "It's not me who wants to stop streaming. It's the baby's dad, he's pestering me, saying he wants to start teaching the baby in utero."

No sooner had she spoken than Spencer reached out and cut off the video feed.

But he forgot to turn off the microphone.

A gasp was heard.

"Oh, what are you doing..."

Then came the man's low chuckle and the woman's suppressed moans.

"Shh. The doctor said, be gentle, it's good for the baby..."

I couldn't listen anymore. I slammed the power button.

Soon.

Soon, I would be free.