Chapter 3

I pulled out my phone with trembling hands and called Aiden's parents.

Bianca answered, and the moment she heard Aiden had left, her tone immediately turned impatient.

"Don't you have legs? Can't you walk up here yourself? The Williams family doesn't keep useless people around."

Until I said quietly, "Mom, I think something's wrong with me. I keep feeling nauseous, and my stomach hurts a bit."

Bianca went silent for a few seconds, then changed her tone, "Wait there, I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

In less than five minutes, a car arrived.

I knew they didn't care about me—they cared about the baby in my belly.

A black sedan came and took me to the old mansion.

I told them Aiden had to rush back because of urgent company business.

They knew that wasn't true, but they didn't care either. In their eyes, I would always be an outsider.

Even the unborn child in my belly was already considered part of the Williams family.

To them, all that mattered was whether I could give them a grandson.

After confirming the pregnancy, I was immediately placed in a suite in the side wing of the main building at Williams Mansion—a room that had been prepared long ago.

Bianca said, "Since you're carrying the Williams family's grandchild, stop going back and forth. Stay here and rest. Everything you need is here."

Eight cameras with 24-hour monitoring were installed in the room, supposedly for my safety.

I knew that besides their concern for their grandchild, they also wanted to keep a close eye on me to make sure I wouldn't bother Aiden.

After all, Aiden was still young—there was no need for him to have children with just me.

Five months later, Aiden's parents' attitude changed noticeably.

I knew the results of that fetal gender test had put their minds at ease.

Aiden and I dated for three years and had been married for two. They desperately wanted a grandson.

But they didn't know the doctor was on my side too.

Whether it was five months or six months, whether it was a boy or a girl, in the end, he would say whatever I told him to say.

Since that day, Aiden never messaged me again.

His world had been completely taken over by that mistress of his.

She was Aiden's secretary, Sarah Miller, fresh out of college back then.

When we were still dating, I'd already noticed the loving look in her eyes when she looked at Aiden.

I told Aiden to fire her. At first, he hesitated, and I had a huge fight with him over that hesitation. In the end, he did fire her.

But somehow, he still ended up with Sarah.

She was no longer that fresh college student—she'd become a curly-haired seductress, but she was still as impulsive as before.

Aiden came home less and less.

One time, he came home late at night, reeking of alcohol. I got up to pour him water and just asked why he was home so late.

He suddenly slammed me against the wall, his fingers digging hard into my throat.

"Where I go is none of your business. Are you too good to take care of me? The Harrison family is gone—do you still think you're some high-class rich girl?"

I couldn't breathe, tears streaming down my face.

He leaned close, alcohol breath hitting my face, his tone mocking, "Let me tell you, I'm sick of looking at you now. If it weren't for the fact that you used to be somewhat sensible, I would've kicked you out long ago."

He let go, and I slid to the floor, coughing violently.

He looked down at me like I was a dog.

The next day, I saw him in the business news attending a party with a female companion.

In the photo, he had his arm around Sarah's waist, smiling tenderly, his eyes full of affection as he bent down to listen to her.

The headline read: #Tech Rising Star Aiden Sweet with Girlfriend—Wedding Bells Soon?#

How ridiculous.

All he had for me was violence and humiliation, but for Sarah, he had all the tenderness in the world.

An unknown WeChat account requested to add me as a friend.

The profile picture was clearly a couple's photo with Aiden's.

She didn't say anything at first. Then, late at night, a series of photos came through without warning.

She sent a bunch of intimate photos of her and Aiden.

[Stop clinging to Aiden. Mr. Williams told me he's been sick of you for ages. Just divorce him already.]

I didn't reply. I saved the photos and edited them so you could clearly see that the woman was Sarah and make out that the man was Aiden.

Then I had someone plaster their bedroom photos all over Sarah's neighborhood.

Soon, everyone recognized who she was.

She usually acted so high-profile in the community, with no awareness that she was a mistress.

Since she loved attention, I'd help her get some.

The next evening, Aiden showed up.

"Vivian! Was it you?! Was it you?!"

He snatched the book from my hands and threw it hard on the floor.

Then, before I could react, he raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

I fell to the ground from the force, unable to get up for a moment.

Aiden looked down at me, chest heaving violently, the fury in his eyes almost burning through me. We hadn't seen each other in months, and his emotions were still this unstable.

"Do you still think you're some rich princess? Stop dreaming. If I wasn't doing you a favor, you'd probably be out there as a prostitute by now!"

"I'm warning you, Vivian, don't mess with Sarah again. This position—you can sit in it, but so can someone else! Don't push your luck!"

"Touch one hair on Sarah's head again, and I'll throw you and that bastard in your belly out of the Williams family! Try me!"

Just then, Aiden's parents finally rushed over after hearing the commotion. Bianca cried out and quickly came forward to help me up.

Aiden's father, Hayden Williams, looked furious. He stepped forward and grabbed Aiden's arm as he was about to strike again.

"Are you crazy! What are you doing!"

"You were the one who insisted on marrying her, and now you want a divorce? You think you can do whatever you want?"

Bianca glanced at my swollen, bleeding cheek and the bruise on my forehead, her expression complicated.

"No matter what, she's carrying the Williams family's grandchild! The doctor confirmed it—it's a boy! Whatever you have to say, wait until after she gives birth! Now, get out! Right now!"

Seeing his parents both on my side, Aiden said nothing more and stormed out, slamming the door.

Bianca had the doctor come immediately to examine me. The injury on my temple was just superficial, the handprint on my cheek needed ice, the baby was fine for now, but I needed complete rest and had to avoid emotional stress and physical trauma.

Hayden and Bianca were worried my mood would affect the baby, so they kept trying to comfort me.

Of course, I wasn't in a bad mood—everything was going according to my plan.