Chapter 1
At my birthday party, Ethan suddenly brought in some young girl, claiming she was just a clueless intern.
She “cluelessly” knocked over my cake, “cluelessly” wore my necklace.
But all Ethan said to me was, “She’s young, cut her some slack.”
Until later when she “cluelessly” climbed into Ethan’s bed, then “cluelessly” showed up at my door with a baby bump, getting down on her knees:
“Mrs. Voss, boss told me your uterus is damaged and you can’t have kids, so he had me carry one for you…”
That night, I gave Ethan two choices: “Either she gets rid of it, or we’re done.”
Ethan just looked at me with that guilty expression and explained:
“Skylar’s baby will be yours legally… Aurelia, you’ll always be the formal Mrs. Voss!”
Later, when Ethan was over the moon about his son and moved his side piece and the kid into the Voss estate, he was still trying to convince me:
“Just be the bigger person here. Grandpa only wants to meet them – it won’t change your position in this family.”
I nodded like the good little wife, didn’t cry, didn’t make a scene.
Then immediately dialed his biggest business rival.
“I’ve decided to be with you. Playing mommy to someone else’s kid – what’s the difference whose it is, right?”
Ethan Voss walked in, cradling the infant wrapped in a monogrammed cashmere blanket. Skylar Quinn and Grandpa Voss followed close behind.
Ethan looked down at the baby, the look on his face was so tender it stung.
“Vivian,” he said, his voice unnervingly calm, like he was announcing the weather, “The baby stays here.”
A bitter taste filled my mouth. What could I even say?
Three months ago, when he’d begged me on his knees not to file for divorce, he’d promised that once Skylar delivered the baby, she’d be transferred to the London office and she’d be out of our lives for good.
Now, he’d marched them both into our home.
Something inside me, already cracked, finally shattered,
Skylar hovered behind Grandpa Voss, her eyes wide and timid as she looked at me.
Motherhood hadn’t cured her “cluelessly.” She couldn’t even muster a simple hello.
Feeling weary, I turned towards the stairs.
“Mrs. Voss!” Her voice trembled, thick with fake tears. “I know you hate me, but the baby is innocent… Please, be kind to him.”
Ethan frowned.
He stepped protectively in front of her, his tone reproachful. “Vivian, you’re scaring Skylar.”
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I almost laughed. How was standing here being terrifying?
Grandpa Voss tapped the baby’s cheek with his knuckle, a rare smile softening his face. “Looks just like Ethan did as a boy, definitely a Voss.”
When he turned to me, his eyes turned icy. “Since you can’t give us an heir, you wouldn’t want the Voss line to die out, would you?”
I looked down, my nails digging into my palms until the sharp pain grounded me.
Ethan finally met my gaze, his voice softening fractionally. “Vivian, the baby needs breastfeeding. Once he’s weaned… I’ll arrange for Skylar to move
out.”
The irony was so thick I could choke on it.
He was offering up his own broken promise like some grand concession.
Before I could say it wasn’t necessary, Skylar cut in. “Ethan, look! I think the baby’s hungry…”
Ethan instantly turned, expertly cradling the baby’s head, murmuring softly.
I stood there, the ultimate outsider.
Late that night, Ethan finally came to our bedroom.
The faint scent of baby powder mixed with Skylar’s cloying perfume clung to him.
The mattress dipped as he slid in. I turned my back.
His hand found my waist. “Vivian, don’t be like this.”
I didn’t move.
He sighed, talking to the darkness. “Grandpa’s old. He just want a great–grandson… We agreed, remember? Once he’s older, he’ll be legally yours.
You’ll still be Mrs. Voss.”
I opened my eyes, staring into the dark. “Ethan,” I whispered, “do you remember why I can’t have kids?”
His breath hitched.
Three years ago. That car accident. I’d shoved him out of the way, taking the hit that was meant for him.
When the doctors said pregnancy was nearly impossible, he’d cried, swearing, “Vivian, you’re all I need. Just you.”
Now he’d knocked up another woman behind my back.
Used the excuse of adoption to make sure she carried the baby to term.
And brought them home.
All, supposedly, to give ME a child.
The next morning, Skylar sat in my chair at the breakfast table, the baby in her arms.
Ethan was right beside her, making goo–goo eyes at the infant, a soft smile on his face.
Grandpa Voss beamed. “Such a good baby. A blessing.”
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Skylar ducked her head, feigning shyness. “Grandpa, he was crying all night. Mr. Voss stayed up soothing him until dawn…”
Gavin smiled and ruffled her hair.
So this was what a happy family looked like.
I turned to head upstairs, but Grandpa Voss’s voice, cold and final, stopped me.
“From today on, Skylar and the baby take the master suite.”
I froze.
The house had many rooms, but there was only one master suite.
Ethan shot up. “Grandpa!”
The old man slammed his cane on the floor. “What? Will you put some barren woman before my great–grandson?!”
Ethan fell silent.
Skylar stood behind grandpa, clutching the baby, a tiny, triumphant smile playing on her lips.
Arguing felt pointless.
I walked back upstairs on numb legs and mechanically began packing.
Ethan burst in, grabbing my wrist. “Vivian! Stop this…”
I looked up, my eyes empty.
“So, what’s the plan, Ethan?” I said softly, “The four of us squeeze into one bed? You, me, Skylar, and the baby?”
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