"What is wrong with you? I told you to say YOU were the one who called it off!"

"Now everyone out there is calling Vivian a homewrecker. Did you spread that on purpose?"

"Post a correction right now, and then apologize to Vivian! She's so upset she's threatening to terminate the pregnancy!"

Listening to him hurl accusations at me, I almost laughed.

### Chapter 3

Mid-rant, Stewart's gaze snagged on the gauze wrapped around my head.

The alcohol had worn off by now, and a flicker of guilt crossed his face. "Your head..."

Before he could finish, Vivian burst through the door, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe:

"Stewart, maybe I should just go get rid of the baby right now! Better that than having everyone call it a bastard!"

Stewart panicked. He pulled her into his arms, his voice going impossibly soft:

"Don't talk like that. You're not the other woman, and our baby is not a bastard!"

"We have a marriage certificate. You are my lawful wife."

"Anyone who says otherwise, I'll destroy them."

But Vivian only cried harder, on the verge of passing out:

"But everyone knows Leonora is your fiancée. I should just stop being an eyesore and leave right now!"

Stewart held her tighter, not bothering to hide his devotion:

"I already told her I'd settle things with her in a couple of years. What more does she want?"

"Stop crying. Every tear you shed feels like a knife in my chest."

Vivian struggled in his arms:

"But everyone thinks I'm the other woman. I can never show my face again. What's the point of staying by your side?"

The moment he heard that, Stewart pulled out his phone and called his assistant, barking orders that the wedding was back on.

Not only that, he wanted the whole thing upgraded to a multimillion-dollar affair.

"That way, the entire world will know that you, Vivian Porter, are my wife."

Vivian finally quieted, burying her face in his chest as her sobs turned into a coy smile. "Stewart, you're so good to me. How could I ever bear to leave you after two years?"

"Then don't. I'll take care of you and our child for the rest of your lives."

Once Vivian was properly soothed, Stewart finally lifted his head and looked at me with a sidelong glare:

"Why are you still standing there? Did you post the clarification? If you did, then hurry up and apologize to Vivian!"

Watching their little love show, I felt like I was the other woman in this story. The laughable third wheel.