Chapter 1

The day my wife, Fiona Blanchett, found out she was pregnant, she booked a flight abroad.

Her best friend saw the ticket and spoke in shock.

"Are you really going to find Oren? But you already have Mason Warhol's baby in your belly."

But Fiona's voice was sweet as honey.

"It's exactly because I'm having his baby that I need to see Oren."

"Oren doesn't like clean, boring young girls. He likes married women, especially pregnant ones."

"Now, I've finally become the type he likes best."

Fiona's best friend was silent for a long time.

"What about Mason? You guys have been married for years, and he treats you so well."

Fiona gave a soft laugh.

"Mason will never know. I'm just letting loose for ten months."

"Once the baby is born, I'll come back and be a good wife to him."

"The three of us will be a happy family."

I stood outside the door, my blood running cold.

So Fiona was ecstatic, not because she was having a child with me.

But because this child finally made her into what Oren liked.

I didn't push the door open. I just texted my lawyer.

"Get the divorce papers ready."

"I don't want her, and I don't want the baby."

Fiona's best friend still hesitated.

"Fiona, aren't you afraid Mason will find out?"

Fiona laughed.

"Mason loves me so much."

"Even if he finds out, a little coaxing and he'll get over it."

I looked down at the baby shoes in my hand.

The store clerk said this was the best-selling style this year, a popular pick for new dads.

I had stood in front of the shelf for a long time, picking them out.

But it turned out, Fiona had already figured out what to do with this baby long before I did.

I didn't push the door open.

I just turned around, went downstairs, and threw the baby shoes into the trash.

The shoebox made a very soft thud.

Like something else falling and hitting rock bottom with it.

By the time I returned to the living room, Fiona had come out of the study.

Her hand still rested gently on her lower belly.

Her expression was as soft as a mother truly looking forward to the birth of her child.

If I hadn't heard those words just now.

I probably would have really felt happy in this moment.

Fiona looked up at me, her eyes sparkling.

"The doctor says the baby is very healthy."

"Mason, we're finally having a baby."

"Are you happy?"

My hands hanging at my sides stiffened for a long time.

Finally, I gently placed one on her shoulder.

"Happy."

Fiona smiled even sweeter.

"I'm happy too."

"I've never been this happy."

These words fell into my ears like a fine needle.

She really was happy.

So happy she immediately booked a flight.

So eager she couldn't wait to go see another man while carrying my child.

Fiona leaned into my arms and started excitedly talking about the nursery.

"I want to buy an imported crib for safety."

"And a nanny, I'll have my assistant screen a few candidates in advance."

She spoke so seriously.

As if she were truly planning our future.

But I suddenly remembered, she used to be just like this.

Thoughtful, decent, flawless.

For my birthday, she would book a restaurant a month in advance.

Outsiders all said Fiona loved me very much.

For an heiress like her to be willing to take care of a man to this extent was already rare.