Three in the morning. I'd just finished the final touches on my design draft when a message popped up in the family WeChat group. It was from my mother-in-law: Going to buy this apartment for my grandson. Only the best school district is good enough for him.
Before I could even process what I'd read, she deleted the message.
My whole body went rigid. Every trace of sleep vanished.
During our pre-marriage health screening, Ralph Dickerson had been diagnosed with azoospermia. I was the only person who knew.
To protect his pride, I'd spent three years of marriage telling everyone we were child-free by choice. We couldn't have children. It was impossible.
I reached over and shook the man sleeping beside me. "I heard from a friend that your mom's been looking into school-district apartments?"
Ralph rolled over, half-asleep. "Oh, she's just being nosy. Helping the neighbor's kid look into it. Don't overthink it."
I didn't say another word.
In the dark, I reached for the phone on his pillow. My fingertips were ice-cold as I keyed in his passcode and opened his payment app.
Three months ago, there had been a $50,000 transfer. The memo read: Down payment. Recipient: Lisa Perry.
My hands were shaking as I opened his messages and searched for the name.
At the very top of her social media feed was a crisp, unmistakable ultrasound photo.
The caption read: Baby's going to have a brand-new home the moment he arrives! Daddy bought us a big beautiful house~
It had been posted the day after Ralph wired the $50,000.
Blood rushed to my skull, then plummeted.
I screenshotted everything and sent it to my father. Dad, this is the man our family propped up for years. He's not just cheating. He has a child on the way with another woman. I want every dollar we invested in him clawed back. I want him stripped of everything.
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Seconds later, my father called. His voice was low, shaking with barely contained fury. "That son of a bitch. Don't do anything rash. I'm calling our partners right now to pull every cent of funding. I'll have the best divorce attorney in the city on retainer by morning. He wants to betray the Henson family? I'll make sure he never works in this industry again."
I gripped the phone and swallowed the nausea crawling up my throat, then kept scrolling through Lisa Perry's feed.
One month ago: Picked out our little love nest today~ The neighborhood is gorgeous! Thank you, hubby, for giving me and our baby boy such a cozy home.
The photo showed her arm hooked through Ralph's at a real estate sales office. Her belly was just beginning to show. She was beaming.
Ralph had his arm around her waist, looking at her with a tenderness I had never once seen directed at me in my entire marriage.
Two months ago: Our secret spot, just me and Mr. Dickerson. He says I'm the only person who makes him feel completely at ease. The steak here is amazing.
The photo was from the most expensive steakhouse in the city. I used to eat there all the time before we got married. After the wedding, I'd asked him dozens of times if we could go for my birthday. Every single time, he'd frowned and said it was too expensive, that we needed to save. So I'd cook noodles at home instead. And then he'd turn around and take another woman there without blinking.
Three months ago: Two lines! Baby is coming! Mommy and Daddy have been waiting for you for so long.
The photo showed their fingers intertwined, resting gently on her still-flat stomach.
Every single photo was a blade dipped in ice, plunging into the softest part of my chest.
I curled up under the covers and cried without making a sound. My tears soaked the pillow cold.
Beside me, Ralph slept peacefully. There was even a faint smile on his lips. Probably dreaming about his other little family.
I stared at that face, so perfectly, thoroughly false, and felt the last ember of love in my heart burn itself into hate.
You think you can fool everyone, Ralph?
I'm not some pushover you can walk all over.
I am the rightful heir to Henson Group.
Years ago, to shield his fragile ego, I'd hidden my identity and roughed it alongside him while he built his startup. I funneled Henson resources his way, lined up investors, pulled strings on deals. Every time I wanted something for myself, a real anniversary, a trip, even a decent dinner, he brushed me off with "We need to focus on the business."
Turns out he wasn't broke. He just refused to spend it on me.
I slipped out of bed without a sound and padded into the study. I opened my laptop.
The first thing I did was contact a private investigation firm. I wanted Lisa Perry's entire history laid bare.
It didn't take long. Everything came back.
Lisa Perry. Twenty-three. Graduated from a no-name college. Receptionist at Ralph's company. Unremarkable family, parents both factory workers.
The bitter irony: her hire date was exactly six months after Ralph and I got married.
She'd walked through those doors and zeroed in on a married man from day one. Calculated. Deliberate. Transparent.
I choked down the rage churning inside me, and my eyes locked on a post from three days ago. My heart seized all over again.
In the photo, Lisa was holding up a stack of design sketches, grinning like she'd already won.
The caption: Mr. Dickerson. stayed up all night helping me revise these. He says I'm the most naturally gifted designer he's ever seen, and that I'm definitely going to win the grand prize at the Eternal Love Design Competition!
The Eternal Love Design Competition was hosted by my family. I'd created it myself, a platform to encourage newlywed couples pursuing creative careers, giving young designers a real shot. The grand prize winner would partner with Henson Group to launch a new jewelry line. The whole thing had been my idea, born from what I'd believed was a genuine love story between Ralph and me.
And now it was going to become a tool for my husband to prop up his mistress?
I let out a cold laugh and closed the laptop.
Right on cue, Ralph walked in, carrying a glass of warm milk the way he always did.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Morning, babe. Breakfast is ready. Still working on your designs for the competition? Don't push yourself so hard. Our love doesn't need a contest to prove it's real. Just stay home, go shopping, get some rest. I can take care of you." He straightened up and checked his watch. "Oh, I've got an important client today. Might be home late."
I looked up at him and gave him my most docile, harmless smile. "Of course. Work comes first."
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He probably hadn't expected me to take it so calmly.
"Oh, and babe," he added, keeping his tone light, "I'll probably be busy the next few days too. Don't read too much into it."
Chapter 2"I know." I nodded obediently, but inside, all that remained was a cold, silent sneer.
Go on then. Rush off to escort your mistress to her prenatal checkup, tweak the design drafts, prep for the jewelry competition.
The moment Ralph walked out the door, I grabbed my car keys and drove straight to his company.
To the outside world, I was simply Ralph Dickerson's wife: a woman who didn't work, designed jewelry at home, and occasionally helped her husband out. Nobody knew I was the sole heiress of Henson Group.
Sitting at the front desk was none other than Lisa Perry.
She looked even more innocent than in the photos. Long hair draped over her shoulders, eyes that seemed clean and harmless. Beneath her loose-fitting blazer, her belly had already begun to show.
Who would have guessed that behind that guileless face lurked a woman clinging to another woman's husband, eyeing his money and his home?
"Hello, how can I help you?" Her voice was syrupy sweet, her smile flawless.
"I'm here for Ralph Dickerson." I kept my tone flat, letting my gaze drift over the slight swell of her stomach without a flicker of expression.
The smile on Lisa's face froze for a split second. She scrambled to recover. "Mr. Dickerson is in a meeting. May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Molly Henson."
I stated my name calmly and watched the color drain from her face in an instant. Her fingertips went white where they gripped the edge of the desk.
She knew exactly who I was. Ralph Dickerson's lawful wife.
She snatched up the phone, pressing her voice as low as it would go, but I caught every word. "Mr. Dickerson, your wife is here… She's at the front desk right now."
Less than thirty seconds later, Ralph came half-jogging out from the back, a thin sheen of sweat glistening at his temples.
"Babe, what are you doing here all of a sudden?" His smile was stiff, his eyes darting involuntarily toward Lisa. He was so rattled he could barely hold it together.
"Nothing going on at home, so I thought I'd come see you. Maybe take you to lunch." I looped my arm through his naturally, my voice warm and easy.
"Sure, sure, let's go upstairs to the restaurant." He steered me away as fast as he could, not wanting me to linger a second longer.
In the elevator, I spoke as if the thought had just occurred to me. "That receptionist downstairs seemed sweet. She must be new, right?"
Ralph answered so fast the words practically tripped over each other. "Yeah, just an intern. I barely notice those people."
I let out a soft "oh" and said nothing more. Inside, I laughed at that pathetic lie a thousand times over.
Over lunch, I played the doting wife. I placed food on his plate, asked if work had been stressful lately, whether he was getting enough rest.
Ralph looked genuinely moved. He took my hand and squeezed it, his voice thick with affection. "Nobody understands me like you do, babe. Nobody takes care of me the way you do. Having you makes everything feel okay."
Watching that tender, devoted act of his, my stomach turned.
I pretended something had just come to mind and said lightly, "Oh, by the way, someone mentioned a few nice properties to me recently. Great school districts. Should we go take a look?"
Ralph's chopsticks stopped mid-air. His expression darkened several shades. "Look at properties? What's wrong with the place we have now?"
"Well, if we want kids someday, we might need more space." I looked at him, my tone perfectly innocent, as though I were genuinely planning for our future.
His face changed completely. Even his voice went tight. "Kids aren't urgent. We're still in the startup phase. Money's tight. No point throwing it around."
Ha.
Money's tight?
It wasn't tight when he wired Lisa $50,000 for a down payment on a school-district apartment.
It wasn't tight when he took her to the most expensive steakhouse in the city and blew money like it was nothing.
"You're right. We'll wait, then." I nodded meekly, but behind my eyes, everything had gone cold.
That afternoon, I used the restroom as an excuse to take the long way back past the front desk.
I heard Lisa and a coworker chatting and giggling before I even rounded the corner.
"The doctor said the baby's perfectly healthy. Due date's the end of the year."
"Lisa, you're so lucky! Your boyfriend spoils you rotten, buys you an apartment, even helps you fix up your design entries for the competition!" her coworker gushed.
Lisa's voice was dripping with barely concealed pride and sweetness. "He told me once the baby's born, we're getting married. Then we'll be a real family."
Married?
My footsteps halted. A cold smile curled across my lips.
He hadn't even divorced me yet, and he was already promising someone else a wedding?
Just then, Lisa looked up and locked eyes with me without warning. The color drained from her face like water from a cracked glass.
She shot to her feet, her voice trembling. "Mrs. — Mrs. Dickerson…"
I walked over slowly, a warm, harmless smile on my face. "Lisa, isn't it? Pregnant? Congratulations."
She instinctively shielded her belly, her gaze darting away. "Thank you, ma'am…"
"The baby's father treats you well?" My tone was gentle, but my eyes cut straight through her.
"…Yes." She couldn't meet my gaze. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Good." I gave a small nod, my tone light, but every word landed with weight. "A young woman should keep her eyes open and know her own worth. Don't let a scumbag fool you into giving everything up for nothing."
Chapter 3I stepped out of the building and drew a long breath.
Lisa Perry, you think hiding in the shadows means I can't touch you?
Today I'll show you exactly what a wife is capable of, and that everything stolen has to be returned.
That night, Ralph came home late, just as I expected. A cloying, unfamiliar perfume clung to his clothes, Lisa's perfume, laced with the sour bite of alcohol.
"Client dinner. Had too much to drink." He waved me off, already heading for the hallway. "Babe, I'm gonna hop in the shower."
The second the bathroom door clicked shut, I picked up his phone. One press of his fingerprint and the screen unlocked.
Lisa Perry's chat was pinned at the top. The messages hit me one after another, each one sharper than the last.
Lisa: Babe, the checkup went great! The doctor said they can tell the gender now. It's a boy!
Ralph: That's amazing! My son! I'll go with you tomorrow to pick out baby stuff.
You're the best, babe. I love you!
I love you too, you and our baby. Once he's born, we'll be a real family.
My fingertips went cold. My stomach lurched.
But what froze the blood in my veins was further down the thread, where a design file jumped out at me.
It was Moonlit Stars. My jewelry design. Three months of sleepless nights poured into every line, every curve, a piece born from everything I understood about love, meant to be my entry for the Eternal Love Design Competition, and a wedding anniversary gift for Ralph. Every stroke drawn by my own hand. And the name on it was Lisa Perry's.
Lisa: Babe, I filled out the entry form for the Eternal Love competition. I put my own name down. The judges won't be a problem, right?
Ralph: Relax, I've got it handled. Your submission is yours now. Molly's got nothing to do with it. Even if she finds out, it'll be too late.
Lisa: You're so clever~ Using her design for my entry. Once we win that grand prize, we'll be set!
I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white.
Good. Really good.
He wasn't just cheating, buying property, raising a secret child. He had taken the original design I'd bled over and handed it to his mistress to enter in the very competition I'd proposed, with her name stamped where mine should have been.
I took a slow breath, screenshotted every message, backed them up, saved every last shred of evidence, then placed the phone exactly where I'd found it.
Ralph came out of the shower, and I walked over to him, kneading his shoulders, my voice soft as water. "You work so hard, honey. All these client dinners lately. Don't wear yourself out."
He closed his eyes, pleased with himself. "It's all for our future."
"Oh, by the way," I said, keeping my tone idle, "I was at your office today and noticed that receptionist, Lisa, looks like she's pregnant. So young, too."
His whole body went rigid. His voice tightened. "...Really? I hadn't noticed."
"Looked about three or four months along." I kept it light, offhand.
"Kids these days, so careless with themselves." He forced the words out. Sweat was already beading on his forehead.
I laughed coldly on the inside, but my face stayed nothing but concerned. "Right? I just hope her boyfriend's a responsible guy. She deserves that much."
"I... I'm sure he is..." His voice was shaking.
The next morning, I messaged my private investigator and told him to tail Ralph and Lisa around the clock.
By evening, a full set of photos landed in my inbox.
Ralph and Lisa browsing a high-end baby boutique. One arm around her waist, the other resting gently on her belly. The tenderness in his eyes was something I had never once been given.
And then the photo that cut deepest: the two of them walking into a jewelry store, Ralph swiping his card for a $200,000 diamond ring and sliding it onto her finger himself.
I thought of our wedding day. How I'd told him not to spend too much on a ring because I didn't want him to feel pressured. How his eyes had gone red with emotion as he swore he would never let me down.
He hadn't been unwilling to spend the money. He'd just been unwilling to spend it on me.
I saved every photo, every receipt, filed them all away. The evidence was ironclad.
That afternoon, I drove to the shopping district Lisa frequented. Sure enough, I spotted her tucked into a corner booth at a café.
She sat across from a friend, her face glowing with smug satisfaction.
The friend frowned. "Lisa, he's a married man. Aren't you worried about getting caught?"
Lisa scoffed, utterly unbothered. "Worried about what? He doesn't love his wife. He only stayed married because they cofounded the company and a divorce would look bad. The second I give him a son, he'll kick her to the curb."
"But what if he's playing you?"
"Playing me?" Lisa held up her hand, flashing the diamond ring. "A two-hundred-thousand-dollar ring. A house. That's not sincere enough for you? Besides, I'm about to win the grand prize at the Eternal Love Design Competition. That design..." She let out a sharp little laugh. "His wife can be as talented as she wants. In the end, all she did was sew my wedding dress."
Her friend still looked uneasy. "What if his wife finds out about the design..."
Lisa rubbed her belly, brazen as ever. "So what if she does? I've got his son. I've got everything he's given me. She's been out of the company's inner circle for years, turning into some washed-up housewife. She's got nothing. What's she going to fight me with?"
Chapter 4"Besides, that old woman has been married to him for three years and can't even pop out a single kid. I got pregnant on the first try, and it's a boy. Who do you think he's going to pick?"
The words "old woman" hit me like a slap. My hand clenched around the phone in my pocket, knuckles bone-white.
I wasn't even thirty. And in her mouth, I was the worn-out wife who didn't deserve Ralph Dickerson?
I swallowed the fury clawing up my chest and kept listening.
"He promised me that once the baby's born, he'll go public with us and make me Mrs. Dickerson." Lisa's face was glowing with anticipation, her voice dripping with arrogance. "I'll be a trophy wife. I'll never have to answer to anyone again."
"But right now... does his wife know you exist?" Her friend still looked uneasy.
"Probably not. Ralph puts on a perfect act at home. Not a single crack in the performance." Lisa laughed, smug and satisfied. "And even if she did find out, so what? I have a son. She can't give him one. I'm the one who wins in the end."
"Oh, and the Eternal Love Design Competition," she added, her tone turning even more contemptuous. "That design was hers to begin with, and now it's my award-winning entry. No matter how talented she is, she's nothing but a stepping stone for me."
Enough.
I couldn't listen to another word.
I shot to my feet and shoved through the café door. Cold wind hit my face, and every ounce of hatred inside me burned white-hot.
I walked to the curb and dialed my father.
"Dad. It's time."
"Are you sure? Once we move, there's no turning back." His voice was steady and grave.
"I'm sure." I bit down on every syllable. "They stole my designs. They're destroying my marriage. They're spending my money. And they have the nerve to mock me to my face. I want them to pay for every last bit of it."
"Good. I'm behind you. Starting tomorrow, we pull the net closed."
I hung up. The sunset bled red across half the sky. All that was left in my eyes was ice-cold resolve.
That weekend, Ralph was up early, dressed to the nines, preening in front of the mirror with a tenderness that didn't suit him.
"Babe, I'm meeting an important client today. Might not be back until tonight." He came over and gave me a hug, his eyes darting away from mine.
I knew exactly where he was going. Not to any client. He was taking Lisa to her prenatal checkup, browsing the baby store, and polishing up the design he'd stolen from me.
"Okay. Drive safe." I smiled, sweet and harmless.
The moment his car disappeared down the street, I went upstairs, changed into a sharp tailored suit, and convened an emergency online board meeting for Henson Group as its controlling shareholder.