My Wife Lied About Infertility,Until Her Secret Son AppearedChapter 1
On the night of my twenty-fourth birthday party, my fiancée slept with the boy we'd been sponsoring since he was fourteen.
When I found out, I demanded we call off the engagement. Vivienne Ashford brought both sets of parents together and dropped to her knees in front of me, eyes brimming with tears, begging for forgiveness.
Under pressure from both families, and with a five-billion-dollar joint venture hanging in the balance, I caved.
Three days after the wedding, she was in a car accident. It damaged her uterus.
To protect her dignity, I told the world I'd chosen to be child-free. That I simply didn't want kids.
Four years later, I was flipping through channels and landed on a foreign variety show. There, on the screen, was my wife—playing games with a little boy.
The investigation that followed uncovered everything. Four years ago, Vivienne had set up a home abroad with Caleb Fox. They had a son together. Mason Fox.
She was pregnant again.
I stormed into her office to confront her, but the door was ajar, and I heard her mid-conversation with a friend.
"Back then, you and Caleb fooled around, and Adrian Caldwell only said a few harsh words about it. To punish him for that, you kept him from touching you for four whole years? You're really something."
Vivienne Ashford was draped across her executive chair, legs crossed, a cold smile curling her lips.
"He should've just played the obedient cuckold. Consider it a lesson."
"Once Mason's old enough, I might bring him back to inherit the company. Adrian gets a grown son handed to him on a silver platter. He should be grateful."
My blood turned to ice.
All those years. Consulting every specialist on the continent. Swallowing my pride as a man to beg, to plead, to be gentle with her. And this was what it bought me. Betrayal. Deception. A con running four years deep.
Fine. This loveless, sexless marriage was over.
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But the conversation inside kept going.
"Vivienne, honestly, Adrian's been good to you. A man born with a silver spoon, and he spent years tracking down fertility specialists for your sake. He even climbed a mountain on his knees to pray at a temple."
"Don't you think this is a little cruel? Making him live like a monk for the rest of his life, growing old with no children of his own? It's just... it's a lot."
Vivienne's scoff cut through the air.