That thought crept into my mind again. I blinked against the burning sting in my eyes, despair written all over my face.
“Then let’s just get rid of our baby,” I said.
“No way!” Caleb rejected the idea immediately. His tone even carried a hint of reprimand. “Stop being so stubborn. Yvie and her baby are innocent. Why are you being so demanding?”
“But my baby and I are innocent too! Have you even thought about what kind of life they’ll face once they’re born?”
“I’ll take care of it. How many times do I have to say it? Natalie, you never fail to disappoint me.” With that, Caleb turned and walked out after slamming the door shut.
The following day, I woke up to find a dozen bodyguards stationed around the room.
My phone and laptop were gone, completely cutting me off from the world. I wasn’t even allowed to leave the house.
Caleb was afraid I would abort the baby. But the irony was, he already had a child—at least in name.
I was trapped and locked away until my belly swelled and the so-called “safe period” of three months passed.
That day, chaos erupted from downstairs. Yvette’s family had arrived with a moving crew.
Patricia shot me a disdainful glare the moment she saw me. “You’re carrying a bastard and still have the audacity to stay here. How shameless.”
“Yvette is just too kind for her own good. Because of her, Caleb has suffered enough,” Albert added. He turned his gaze toward me. It was filled with nothing but contempt.
“Enough. There’s no need to waste our words on a shameless woman like her. Just help Yvette settle in.”
I found it laughable. The Grant family was so righteous and strict about morals. And yet, Yvette was carrying someone’s husband’s baby, and suddenly, shame didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Meanwhile, the movers hauled bag after bag upstairs.
Yvette lingered near me with a smug smirk. “So what if you’re Caleb’s wife? It’s just a title. You and that baby are nothing compared to me.
