Chapter 1
Peter and I had been married for five years.
In those five years, he had always placed me first.
If I had even the slightest headache or cold, he would drop everything to rush to my side and take care of me.
Everyone said I must have been blessed in my past life to find such a wonderful husband this time.
If I hadn’t accidentally overheard his conversation with Tiffany, I would have thought I had found a prince charming, not a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Once the nausea eased a little, I interrupted him, “I’m willing to suffer whatever it takes for my own child.”
I stressed the words “my own” deliberately.
Peter’s brows briefly twitched with a trace of smugness, before he put on a face of deep affection.
“Darling, you’ve been through so much. Once the little guy’s out, he’ll take your last name.”
“I’ll make sure to raise him well, teach him to honor you. When he grows up, we’ll hand over the Morgan family’s legacy to him, and then we can just travel the world.
That’s the least we can do for everything you’ve endured, with all the IVF and the pregnancy.”
Peter’s calculations were practically spilling out of his mouth, but I simply smiled and said nothing, half–lying on the sofa to
ease my nausea.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Peter immediately jumped up to answer it.
There was a flurry of movement outside, and after a couple of minutes, Tiffany’s voice rang out.
“Casey, I’ve come to visit you and the baby. I also brought some documents for Mr. Jordan.”
Tiffany was a poverty–stricken student I had sponsored. After graduating, she went to work at the Morgan Group and became
Peter’s secretary.
Right now, she was wearing a form–fitting dress, her lips slightly swollen, and her lipstick smudged.
Meanwhile, Peter had a faint unnatural redness on his lips.
I pulled the corner of my mouth into a smile and pretended to see nothing.
Tiffany made herself comfortable beside me as if she were at her own home, completely abandoning the timid, shy used to be when I first sponsored her.
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“Ah! Casey, you look awful! Your face is so pale.”
She exaggerated her surprise, reaching out as though to take my hand, but I moved away, and she missed.
“Mr. Jordan, look–Casey has sacrificed so much for you, and yet she’s lost her glow. She’s all pale and misshapen.
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What happened to the beautiful, rich, and glamorous woman she used to be?”
She distanced herself from me, sitting just far enough away
that I couldn’t see the mocking expressions she made at Peter.
I was about to retort when Peter frowned. “What nonsense are you talking about? Casey still looks beautiful!”
Tiffany pretended to apologize, “Oh, sorry, Casey. I speak my mind, you won’t mind, right?”
“But honestly, I’d never want to bear a child. Once you get pregnant, you become all ugly, and who knows, maybe your husband will leave you.”
I immediately darkened my face and dialed the phone. “Security? Someone has broken into my home. Please escort them out.”
Tiffany was unhappy. “Casey, I was just joking. Why are you so angry?”
“Alright, alright, I’ve delivered the documents. Casey, you’ve seen them, now hurry up and rest!”
Peter dragged Tiffany towards the door, turning to me and saying, “Tiffany is young, darling, don’t take it to heart.”
Once they were outside, Tiffany wasted no time, throwing herself into Peter’s arms.
“Although I don’t have to bear the pain of childbirth, the thought that my child is growing inside her… it just makes me feel sick!”
“Not to mention that she’ll have to call her ‘mom‘!”
Peter embraced her, his eyes narrowing. “Endure it for now. We signed a prenuptial agreement. If she finds out about our affair, I’ll be left with nothing.”
“But our son will be different. Once he’s born, he’ll be the only heir to the Morgan family, and everything that belongs to the Morgans will be his!”
“As for Casey…”
Peter’s voice became ice–cold. “She’ll just be a useless pawn in the end.”
I sneered.
Peter Jordan, Tiffany, do you really think I’m a fool?
I turned off the video doorbell, watching as the pair of scumbags disappeared from sight.
I returned to the bedroom, my mind already piecing together my plan.
