“Either the child was switched at birth… or you are not her biological mother.”
I heard the last sentence. But I couldn’t understand it.
I carried Cruella for ten months. I endured countless shots to protect my pregnancy. I even vomited blood from severe reactions. How could she not be my child?!
I hung up and, almost on instinct, slammed my foot on the gas and drove home.
I needed an explanation from Viggo!
What the fuck is actually going on?!
But as soon as I reached the hallway, I saw him holding Cruella’s hand, about to head out.
I heard my daughter say excitedly, “Yay! Finally, Daddy, we get to watch Mommy act again! I’m so happy!”
Viggo reminded her gently, “Be good, okay? When we get to the set, don’t cause trouble for Mommy.”
A set? Acting?
A sharp pain spread through my chest. My first thought was he’s cheating.
But what the hell did an affair have to do with Cruella not being my biological child?
She came out of my body!
I needed answers, so I secretly followed them.
The car drove toward a film set on the outskirts of the city.
Viggo led Cruella straight inside.
I called my assistant, and ten minutes later, I walked into the set as well.