I studied her calmly, watching the woman who acted as if she held every right to protest, desperately defending herself like the victim.
But I wasn’t stupid.
After Gideon confessed everything, I hired a private investigator to dig deeper.
Every business trip Primrose took in the past two years, every hotel she stayed at, each detail matched Gideon’s story perfectly.
When we married ten years ago, I made one thing clear.
I could endure aging, sickness, and even death. I could bear anything but deceit.
If something was wrong, we would talk it out. But hiding it from me? That was unforgivable.
I might have forgiven them for the betrayal in the bedroom.
But I couldn’t accept Primrose’s endless lies, claiming she was on business trips when she was secretly checking into hotels with Gideon.
Couldn’t accept her pretending to live a chaste life with me while she was lost in another man’s arms, moaning beneath him.
And what I absolutely couldn’t swallow was that she carried another man’s child behind my back, even going overseas to give birth.
“That’s enough, Primrose.”
Exhausted by her deceit, I looked her straight in the eye. “I investigated. That child’s birthdate doesn’t even line up with that night.”
I stared coldly into her eyes and spoke every word with deliberate calm.
“Even if those photos were fakes, ask yourself honestly, was it really just one night with Gideon?”
Primrose’s face flushed, then drained of color as I laid bare her truth.
She stood there, stunned, mouth opening, but no words came out.
Without looking back, I turned and walked away.
The only thing I left behind was one cold command, “Just sign it.”
“After that, hand the papers to my lawyer. I never want to see you again.”
Three days passed, and Primrose still refused to sign.
She even pretended to be sick, tricking me into coming to her family’s old house for dinner.
When I arrived, the whole Archival clan was there.
My eyes locked on Gideon sitting quietly in the corner. I said nothing.
He looked nervous, and when he caught my gaze, his voice wavered. “Brother Carson, I shouldn’t be here... but Mr. and Mrs. Archival said Alec is their eldest grandson, so he has to be at the family dinner today...”
Alec, that was their child.
Elizabeth cut in sharply, “Alec is my strong, healthy grandson. Who could possibly keep him from a family dinner?”
She cast a pointed, sarcastic glance in my direction.