Medication. I remembered the small white pills Adrian had given me every day—he said they were vitamins for the baby. I had taken them without question, blindly trusting him.
Her words hit me like a hammer. My son… he wasn’t mine. I felt hollow, like my body had been emptied of everything familiar. I left the hospital trembling, the world spinning around me. Never pregnant. Not my son.
By the time I reached home, I was shaking uncontrollably. I needed proof. That bottle—the one Adrian had always handed me—had to be in the drawer somewhere. I just needed to see it.
But as I crept down the hall, I froze. Voices. Adrian and Seraphine—my stepsister.
“…come on, Adrian,” Seraphine said, sharp with worry. “Our child is sick. He needs the transplant soon, or he’ll die.”
Our child. My heart dropped.
“And when will you divorce Vivienne?” Seraphine demanded. “When will I finally be his real mother and not just Auntie? I can’t stand watching him suffer while I remain in the shadows!”
Adrian’s voice was calm—too calm. “Relax. Once the inheritance and the company merger are done, I’ll handle Vivienne. Just wait… about a month.”
Seraphine’s panic rose. “But what if Vivienne finds out she’s not his mother? She’ll want to donate. Everything could unravel. She could ruin everything!”
Adrian chuckled lightly. “Then I’ll give her the same medicine I used before. She’ll believe whatever I tell her. She always has. It’s you who carried Elias, remember?”
I pressed a hand to my mouth, knees almost giving out.
Seraphine’s voice trembled with fury. “You’d better keep your word, Adrian. If you don’t get rid of her soon, I will. I refuse to let her live in my place any longer.”
He sighed, almost fondly. “You know I love you, Seraphine. I was forced to marry her because of our families. You were always the one I wanted.”
She laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I hated being her stepsister, but as long as I have you… I don’t care.”
A soft, intimate sound—a kiss.
My stomach twisted. I pressed my hand against the wall, trying not to collapse. Every word, every gesture burned through me like fire. My entire marriage, my life, my son—all of it a lie.
I remembered the day I said yes to him, trusting them both. Our friendship from high school, our wedding day, the smiles, the promises, the home we built, the child I thought was mine… all built on deception.