Chapter 2

I grabbed my car keys and sped out of the house.

I found them immediately in the VIP wing of the maternity clinic.

Ethan was carefully holding Chloe. She was wearing a loose white maternity dress, her baby bump clearly showing.

He was whispering in her ear, his eyes full of the same tenderness he used to reserve only for me.

But today, he was wearing a bespoke suit, and the cufflinks on his wrists were a six-figure pair I had bought at an auction.

The nervous, broke boy I once knew had been completely replaced by this pampered, wealthy businessman.

For a second, my mind drifted.

I remembered the first time I brought him to meet my father. He wore a faded, washed-out jacket, his palms sweating from anxiety.

I walked toward them, step by step.

"Ethan."

He whipped his head around, his grip on Chloe's arm tightening instantly.

Chloe saw me and shrank behind his back, her voice trembling. "Olivia..."

I smiled, my eyes locking onto her swollen belly.

"What are you doing here?" Ethan stepped in front of Chloe, shielding her. He frowned deeply.

"If I didn't come, were you planning to bring the baby home next month and have him call me mommy?"

His face darkened, and he lowered his voice. "Olivia! Don't make a scene here!"

I laughed, amused by his sheer audacity.

"Ethan, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

He scoffed, his eyes coldly scanning me.

After a long silence, he took a step forward, trying to hug me the way he used to. I stepped aside.

His arms froze in mid-air, and his expression grew even uglier.

"Fine, I admit it. I'm with Chloe."

He tilted his head, clenching his jaw.

"She's pregnant. The doctor said the pregnancy is high-risk and she needs constant care. What was I supposed to do?"

Hearing him admit it still felt like a physical blow. I stared at him.

"So? Ethan, let me remind you, we are married! You are cheating on me. That child she's carrying is a bastard!"

"I know!" he suddenly yelled, his patience snapping.

"I'm not divorcing you! You will always be my wife!"

"But what about her? She's a young girl fresh out of college, completely alone in this city. Now she's carrying my child. I can't just abandon her!"

He stared at me, his tone turning accusatory.

"Olivia, you have everything. You have the Vance family backing you, endless resources. You are the golden girl, always looking down on everyone. But Chloe is different. She only has me. I cannot leave her."

I laughed out of sheer anger.

"So, buying her a house and a car... was all to feed your fragile male ego?"

My voice was ice cold.

"But Ethan, you used my money to support your mistress, and now you want me to understand your 'predicament'? The world doesn't work that way."

Ethan's face completely hardened.

"Yes, I used your money."

"Olivia, I've never denied your ability, but this is reality. Your father is old. Vance Enterprises will be mine sooner or later. If I want to, I can make sure you end up with nothing very soon."

"Think about it."

"So," I said, pausing after every word, "I deserve to be betrayed?"

He stayed silent.

Behind him, Chloe began to sob.

"Olivia, please, I beg you. Just let us be together!"

I glared at her. "Shut up. You don't get a say here."