Looking at Adrian, I suddenly understood why he was acting so strange today.
He was nervous–that barely–concealed, restless kind of nervousness.
Every word felt like he was testing the waters.
He was afraid. Afraid that once Mason came back, I’d leave without hesitation.
He liked me.
I’d known this for a while.
Whether it was love at first sight or feelings that grew over time, men were never good at hiding their emotions.
Especially someone as proud and radiant as Adrian.
Even knowing I was pregnant and still legally Mason’s wife,
he kept showing up, again and again.
Caring for me. Looking after me. Staying by my side.
I had to admit, that persistence was moving.
And frankly, pretty bold.
“So what if he comes?” I said with a laugh, my tone as casual as mentioning an old neighbor moving back.
“It’s not like I’m going to see him.”
Adrian’s eyes lit up like Christmas tree bulbs.
He looked like he wanted to sweep me up and spin me around–but seeing my pregnant belly, he held back.
He stood there awkwardly, secretly wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
‘Good… good… good…” he stammered. “I understand.”
Then he suddenly changed expression, with that knowing certainty of a clever man.
“You’re planning to make Mason raise the child, aren’t you? As revenge.”
I didn’t answer.
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But he wasn’t wrong.
The corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted slightly, his smile carrying a victor’s tenderness.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll tell you right now–his assets? They’re all yours.”
“The entire Anderson family fortune–consider it my engagement gift.”
I nodded with a smile. I didn’t speak, but that smile said everything.
His eyes were as clear as morning light. I knew he was serious.
He wouldn’t let me down.
ust as Adrian predicted–a few days later, Mason arrived in Boston.
That day I was with Adrian for a prenatal checkup.
This child was conceived through IVF.
didn’t even know who the biological father was–back then I just wanted to become a mother, nothing more.
I wanted a child I could love, who would love me back.
When Mason saw my pregnant form, his eyes immediately welled up.
Charlotte…” his voice cracked, “you’ve been through too much.”
‘d imagined our reunion countless times-
Out never like this.
The way he looked at me was too heavy, like he genuinely felt sorry, genuinely regretted everything.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, trying to pull me away from Adrian’s side.
Come home,” he said, his voice low like some kind of plea. “Anderson estate, we’ll raise the child together, okay?”
le probably thought I’d left the country pregnant to punish him.
Like I’d run away because he didn’t want this child.
Because I was afraid he wouldn’t acknowledge the baby.
He completely didn’t understand why I’d made this choice.
Carson’s really looking forward to his little brother,” he said. “He’d be so happy to see you.”
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Carson’s face suddenly flashed in my mind–that cold expression, deliberately speaking Italian to mock my stupidity.
That child who never tried to respect me, never truly considered me “family.”
I gently shook my head.
“Don’t bother,” I said in fluent Italian. “My baby and I don’t need your so–called ‘love.“”
“Let’s discuss custody, then sign the divorce papers.”
Mason looked like he’d been punched, standing there stunned.
“You speak Italian…” Mason went pale. “Which means what Carson and I said at home…”
I looked at him calmly.
“No… no, don’t do this,” he said urgently, incoherently. “You can’t do this, the child in your belly needs a father.”
“He has a father,” Adrian spoke up, his voice not loud but every word hammered into the air like nails.
“I don’t care whose child this is. As long as it’s Charlotte’s child, I’m willing to be his father.”
We all ignored the elephant in the room-
we all knew what the real issue was, but nobody said it out loud:
who the child’s biological father actually was.
Mason’s fingers gripped my arm, his eyes full of shock and anger.
But this wasn’t his territory.
Adrian’s security took only seconds to escort Mason away.
That was the last time I saw him.
The next time I heard about Mason was when the divorce papers were finalized.
Adrian had arranged everything.
Divorce, property division, lawyer negotiations, even the prenatal agreement compensation–all deposited in full,
Ten years of marriage, cleanly severed.
One cut, no going back.
Adrian whispered in my ear:
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“From now on, you only need to enjoy being loved by me.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.
Gentle, but firm.
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I stayed in Boston for the remainder, giving birth to my child smoothly.
A daughter.
When I first saw her, I froze–her features looked mixed–race, with an indescribable exotic quality.
Adrian noticed too, joking: “Don’t tell me you actually picked a foreign sperm donor at the hospital?”
I don’t know what possessed me, but I had both Adrian’s and my daughter’s blood samples sent for testing.
When the results came back, my world stood still for several seconds.
She was his child.
I stared at Adrian’s face, unable to tell if he was surprised, confused, or nervous.
‘Was this part of your plan too?” I asked.
He didn’t smile.
just stared at me wide–eyed, like he’d been struck by some divine miracle.
Then he said softly:
‘This… this is God’s blessing.”
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