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.
Then, I watched with my own eyes as Cruella let go of Viggo’s hand and ran happily toward a woman.
“Mommy!”
The woman crouched and scooped her up with practiced ease, her voice soft and familiar.
“Why are you running so fast? What if you fall?”
The moment I saw her face, I stopped breathing.
Carmilla.
My former college roommate, the one I had fallen out with completely.
Viggo walked over, naturally wrapping an arm around her shoulders, then leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“I’m late. Did you wait long?”
Carmilla smiled and kissed him back, her tone intimate. “The last scene just wrapped. Perfect timing. Didn’t you say you booked a hotel?”
“Mm,” he replied. “It’s our tenth anniversary. We can’t be careless.”
Tenth… anniversary?
I stood in the shadows, my entire body turning numb.
Seven years. That’s how long I had been married to him. Nine years. That’s how long I’d even known him!
Yet, they didn’t hide their affair, speaking without avoiding Cruella or anyone else.
Everyone around them acted like this was old news.
Carmilla pouted playfully. “When are you planning to divorce that woman? I’m established now. We can finally be together openly. We can make it official.”
Viggo replied softly, “Not yet. Her father’s money hasn’t fully come through.”
Carmilla frowned. “Seven years of marriage and you still haven’t squeezed all the value out of her?”