Chapter 1

I was at the County Clerk’s Office, filing for divorce, when I accidentally dropped a positive pregnancy test. Just like that, everyone knew I was pregnant.

My husband, Lucas Sullivan, stared at the test, his gaze darkening, and through gritted teeth, he managed to say, “You...”

Panicked, I quickly blurted out, “Let me explain! This baby isn’t yours!”

“Chloe Collins!”

That day, Lucas confiscated our marriage certificate, grabbed my hand, and without a word, dragged me home. I knew I had really ticked him off. But I wasn’t sure if I could handle his wrath.

In reality, this child—well, I had tricked my way into it. I didn’t think of it as Lucas’s baby; to me, this was my baby.

Lucas and I had a marriage of convenience, arranged for business reasons. Before we got married, we’d already signed the divorce papers. Last month, the contract expired, and naturally, since his “first love,” Madeline Collins, had returned from abroad, it was time for us to part ways.

But why should I let him go that easily? I’d spent over a decade loving this man, and I wasn’t about to hand him back to that woman without a fight!

No way!

“Lucas, fine, we’ll divorce, but if my second husband finds out I’m still a virgin, he’ll think I was ditched because I’m not attractive enough!”

I took two steps forward, hooked my finger around his tie, and gently pulled him closer. His cold, chiseled face loomed in front of me. I’d practiced this seductive move in front of the mirror a dozen times, even popped a strawberry-flavored mint for good measure.

“Come on, Mr. Sullivan, do me this one last favor. I promise, after that, we’ll head straight to the Clerk’s Office.”

My heart pounded as his dark eyes locked onto mine, making me feel as though he could see right through me.

No backing out now! This is my only shot!

Push him down! Get him into bed!

Just as I was about to make the first move, desperately recalling everything I’d crammed from those imported South Korean romance dramas, he acted.

Effortlessly, Lucas scooped me up, his heated, toned muscles pressing against me through his shirt.

After two years of marriage, this was my first time in his room. It was as minimalistic and organized as I’d imagined—just like him.

He tossed me onto his sleek black bed, then began unbuttoning his shirt right in front of me. His powerful chest muscles peeked through the opening.

And below that, a perfectly sculpted set of abs...

My face flushed.

If I were a kettle, I’d probably be whistling from the steam by now!

How could a man so distant and refined be so rough once he took his clothes off?

I regretted it for a second. But then... hmm, maybe not... Oh no, I’m regretting it again!

I spent an entire day in bed recovering, but at least it happened. The next day, we submitted the divorce papers.

There’s a one-month waiting period. So, technically, this child is still mine.

I just want to take my baby and leave. End my long, bitter crush with a final period.