Ethan ran off with Hazel three years ago, leaving me alone to face all the whispers and laughter at our wedding.
Driven by rage, I called for a groom on the spot. It was his uncle, Jeremiah Moore, who stepped up and married me that same day.
In Beverton City, Jeremiah was known as the Frost King. Everyone has treated me with the utmost respect ever since I married him.
After I got pregnant, he spoiled me even more. He wouldn’t let a strand of my hair be harmed.
Blood would have been spilled if he had known what Ethan had just done.
To avoid a full-blown family tragedy and for the sake of the child in my belly, I said coldly, “If you both leave now, I’ll pretend this never happened.”
However, they didn’t appreciate the offer. Hazel lunged forward and yanked my hair.
“Ethan, this woman is scared. She wants us to leave now so she can use that child to take everything from the Moores!”
Ethan snapped, “So that’s what this is about! Well, I’m not letting it happen!”
I twisted away from Hazel’s grip and said coldly, “David disowned you the day you two ran off. You had nothing to do with this family from that moment on.”
Hazel let out a scoff. “That was just Grandpa venting. Ethan’s the only grandson of the Moore family. Do you really think he’s going to stay disowned forever?”
Ethan’s expression turned smug. “Grandpa already said everything belongs to me.”
I placed a hand over my belly, my voice icy. “Not anymore. This child is also a member of the Moore family.”
I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear.
However, Ethan’s eyes flared with rage as he stared at me. “So you’re planning to pass that illegitimate child off as a Moore? I’ll teach you a lesson now!”
His slap landed even harder this time. I clutched my belly as I collapsed to the floor.
Upon seeing the twisted hatred on their faces, panic surged inside me. I couldn’t let them hurt the baby.
I said desperately, “He is not an illegitimate child. He is…”
