And before I could process when my father had supposedly gained another daughter, my mother-in-law called, her voice dripping with venom:
“Where have you and that useless brat gone? My son should’ve married Sophie Lane long ago!”
A video popped up from Sophie: Daniel peeling shrimp for her at the couple’s restaurant I had always dreamed of visiting.
Then came a voice message: “So, how does it feel to be bitten by a snake? Do you like the anniversary gift I sent you?”
Attached was her prenatal report—under “Father’s Name” was Daniel Reed.
I called the billionaire:
“Dad, I’ve changed my mind. Book me a hospital to protect the baby. I’m filing for divorce, raising my child without its father, and once this pregnancy is stable, I’ll return home—just in time to deliver a little surprise at their signing ceremony next week.”
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A string of blows had left my pregnancy unstable, so my billionaire father booked me the top-tier VIP delivery suite to ensure the safety of my baby.