It wasn’t until this year that I finally made up my mind to go to the hospital. I didn’t expect the doctor to mess up and use Zane Montrose’s sperm with my egg. And that’s how this baby happened.
If I had gotten this news earlier, I would probably have been extremely furious, and might even have directly aborted the child.
But after knowing all the truth, the fact that this child is not Conrad’s instead made me incomparably relieved.
Zane said that if I agreed to become his contract wife, he’d help me deal with Conrad and Estelle.
And honestly, I could not do that on my own.
My family company had already been infiltrated by Conrad. He was just waiting for one month later, when I would have an “accident,” and then he could completely swallow the rest.
Thinking of this, I agreed to Zane’s request without any more hesitation.
In one month, I’ll take my baby and my new fragrance line to join Montrose Corporation.
And the Hollowells Group would be completely destroyed in my hands!
That night, I prepared the divorce agreement, ready for Conrad to sign it.
But even late into the night, he still hadn’t come back.
I moved my stiff body, tugged at the corner of my mouth, and silently sneered.