She went on and on, emphasizing points to my mother-in-law. But I couldn’t take in a single word, still reeling from the immense shock.
How could Marcello’s mom be her? After closing the monitoring app, I pulled up Rachel Gonzaga’s WhatsApp. Staring at her profile picture, which was identical to “Marcello’s Mom’s.”
I chuckled a few times. It turned out Lorenzo hadn’t cheated after marriage. He approached me solely for this child’s heart.
This trap, threatening both my life and my child’s, had been set two years prior. When I graduated and was looking for a job, I submitted my resume to the prestigious Gonzaga Corporation.
Many more qualified classmates were rejected, yet I received the job offer alone. Just as I marveled at my incredible luck, an even bigger opportunity landed in my lap.
Lorenzo chose me, a new hire with mediocre credentials, limited skills and an unrelated major, to be his assistant.
Half a year later, I became best friends with Rachel, the Gonzaga Family’s only daughter.
When I thought fate was finally compensating me for the hardships of my first 23 years, Lorenzo proposed.