His Ex-Wife’s Secret Baby:The Billionaire Who Lied About Our SonChapter 1: Caught
Molly Harding had just stepped out of her car at the jewelry auction in Harding Arts District when she spotted her husband at the entrance—with another woman on his arm.
Miles Vance stood there chatting with someone, his mistress pressed close to his side. She was beautiful, strikingly so, with a purity about her that seemed almost ethereal. Like moonlight given form.
Molly had always known her husband had exacting tastes. She just hadn't realized how well he could pick them.
She stared longer than she meant to, until her eyes began to sting.
Her friend squeezed her arm, voice soft with concern. "Don't go in. I'll bid for you."
Molly managed a thin smile. Catching your husband with his mistress wasn't exactly earth-shattering news.
Besides, Miles had already noticed her. His gaze swept over her with the same indifference he might show a stranger—no embarrassment, no discomfort, just a cold flicker of acknowledgment before he looked away.
He had never treated her like a wife. She was used to it by now.
Molly walked inside with her friend and found her seat. As luck would have it, Miles was directly in front of her, one row up. The woman leaned into his shoulder like she belonged there.
Molly forced herself to look past them. She was here for one thing only: a brooch she'd previewed twice already, hoping to win it for her mother.
It was a vintage piece—two feathers overlapping, one large and one small, crafted from gold, diamonds, and turquoise. Simple and elegant, yet utterly breathtaking.
The bidding climbed steadily. The wealthy socialites in attendance seemed to sense how much Molly wanted it. Out of respect for the young CEO of Breeze Fashion, they backed off one by one.
At six point two million dollars, the auctioneer raised his gavel—
And the woman draped over Miles lifted her paddle.
Molly's brow furrowed. Her friend, indignant on her behalf, immediately countered.
Back and forth they went, the price soaring to nine million.
Every time her friend bid, that woman followed.
Molly's expression darkened. She pulled out her phone and sent Miles a message: I want this brooch.
She watched him glance at his screen, then slip the phone back into his pocket without a word. He made no move to stop his mistress.
Molly inhaled slowly and typed again: This brooch means everything to me.