My best friend had already arranged a place for me to stay, saying it would be convenient for a peaceful pregnancy
What I hadn’t expected was–Adrian had arranged it all.
This completely caught me off guard.
After all, we’d only known each other for a few days.
Why would he go through all this trouble to help me?
“Don’t overthink it,” he shrugged, his tone as casual as discussing lunch plans. “Mason’s been screwing with my business in California. I just figured–well, time to hit back.”
He paused, his eyes like a cat watching a mouse.
“To hit back, of course I had to… investigate you first.”
Ah, there it was.
Everything between us had never been coincidence from the start.
Even those mysterious evidence files my private investigator got–I was starting to suspect they might still have his fingerprints on them.
He snapped his fingers, grinning smugly like he’d just won a game.
“I didn’t expect you’d actually follow through on the investigation.” His face carried that annoying satisfaction.
“Honestly, most of the credit goes to you and your PI. I just… gave your progress a little push.”
I didn’t respond.
After all, he had helped me in the end.
He had his calculations, I had mine.
Clean, straightforward transactions were safest.
Suddenly, Adrian’s tone shifted completely, like he’d become a different person.
He leaned against the doorframe, deliberately switching to an exaggerated Hollywood accent:
“My poor girl… how could anyone treat you like that?”
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God.
I nearly rolled my eyes at that moment.
I politely and quickly thanked him, planning to show him out.
That was my original plan.
But reality was, our contact became increasingly frequent.
Almost every move Mason made back home reached me through Adrian.
The Anderson family had locked down the media-
Except for his media company.
Zoe’s betrayal of Mason had exploded in their circles.
And Adrian’s journalists? They were broadcasting it like a soap opera, vividly recreating everything.
The reporting was practically literary: “She spent passionate nights with a business school professor in hotel suites,” “Garage surveillance captured her sneaking out at 3 AM“…
They might as well have added a soundtrack.
The scandal spread like wildfire.
Then Zoe gave birth prematurely from the stress.
Just like I had years ago.
But we were different.
Mason stayed outside her delivery room all night without closing his eyes once..
The moment she was out of danger, Mason walked into the room.
Adrian paused here, looking at me with theatrical mystery.
‘Guess what he said to her?”
I said nothing.
‘I’m not really in a hurry to know,” I said, getting up to leave.
His reaction was lightning–fast, gently catching my arm.
“Hey–come on, don’t go.”
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He looked somewhat… nervous?
“You’re really not even a little curious?”
I turned back to look at him.
Those green eyes that usually carried sarcasm were actually a bit dazed.
He swallowed, finally saying:
“Mason Anderson just stood by the hospital bed, looked straight into her eyes, and said-”
“Why did you lie to me?”
No accusations.
No anger.
No denying reality or struggling with self–comfort.
Just casually asked: “Why did you lie to me?”
He believed her.
Or maybe, deep down he’d always known-
He’d just finally decided to face the truth.
“Then what?” I asked.
Adrian licked his lips and smiled bitterly.
“He canceled all her credit cards.”
“Kicked her out of the Anderson estate.”
“She cried outside the gates for three days.”
“Mason never appeared once.”
That was her place in his life.
Anyone who might taint the Anderson bloodline, he’d dispose of without hesitation.
I looked down at my belly and slowly shook my head.
Adrian stood nearby, adding quietly.
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“He’s on a plane to Boston right now.”
He looked at me, those eyes suddenly like a leopard locking onto prey–calm yet wildly focused.
“He’s coming for you.”
