The words rang in his ears and he felt his eyes spinning."Pregnant?" He demanded, as he pushed back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.By now, Hailey and Charles had swiftly finished getting dressed and stepped out of the car.With her arms crossed, Hailey glared directly into Jeremy's eyes as she spoke, her voice sharp and unwavering, "Oh yes! Dear husband, I'm ten weeks gone and Charles here has been a good father, more than you ever will. Take a look at the first grade Channel bag that he got for me, you could never buy that with your life savings." She sneered derisively, her tone dripping with disgust."Hailey….""Don't shout at my woman! She's pregnant you fool!"He was harshly interrupted by Charles, prompting him to glare at the arrogant man who had taken his wife away, as he moved closer in a confrontational manner.Jeremy's voice remained composed as he questioned Charles, "What was that you said?" his breath brushing against Charles's face in the tense stando

Jeremy stared into space, the weight of his life’s recent blows pressing heavily on him. Today, he had discovered his wife’s infidelity, found out she was pregnant, lost his home, and was fired from his job—all in a single day. The sadness in his heart was overwhelming. From his pocket, he took out a small box containing a necklace he’d bought for Hailey’s upcoming birthday. He had worked day and night to afford this $400 necklace, wanting her to feel cherished. Now, the irony made him sick, because of her, he had just lost his job and had his reputation had just been damaged. His hand trembled as he opened the box, looking at the delicate chain he had once thought would symbolize his love. He regretted ever buying her that necklace, he could have used that money for something practical—to chip away at his mounting debt, and now he has lost his job, his only source of living, but instead, he’d poured himself into a gift for someone who had thrown him away “Hailey, you will reg

The park was as noisy as a market a second ago, but now, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the onlookers were too stunned to speak. They couldn't believe that the poorly dressed man in front of them was actually rich. "Are they acting in a movie?" someone broke the silence. What was happening looked like a movie scene, but he quickly dispelled that idea. Each of the cars in the convoy was worth about ten million dollars. Moreover, they had run the red lights all the way here, which was an offense. Ordinary people didn't dare to do that, fearing they would be arrested by the police. It was obvious that these people didn't give a damn about the traffic signals or the punishment for flouting them. All these pointed to one thing: this young man must be very important and wealthy. The onlooker put two and two together. Now, Jeremy was a little worried and shy. He had thought Stefan was going to come here in a low-key manner. He didn't expect him to bring this

"Young Master, this is Lady Vivan," Stefan introduced, forcing Jeremy to blink uncontrollably in awe. He couldn't believe he was standing in front of the reputable and wealthy Lady Vivan. He had heard some things about her but never believed he would see her in person. Actually, it was the first time he was seeing Lady Vivan, and the most shocking thing was that she addressed him as her son. Was she drunk? How could that be possible? Jeremy thought, but upon taking a close look at her, he looked away as her face became familiar. "Jeremy…my boy ..." "Er, sorry, ma'am, but I think there's a mistake here. I am not your boy. In fact, I don’t have parents. I guess there must be some mix-up. Pardon me, I thought Stefan was… I'll take my leave now." "You have to listen to me, Jeremy." Lady Vivan caught him by his arm, stopping him from leaving, tears dancing freely from her eyes. “No, my boy…you are my son, I know you are. You might not be able to recognize me, but I do remember you

Jeremy woke up, squinting against the bright lights. His whole body ached, and a steady beep sounded nearby. As he tried to sit up, a nurse gently pushed him back down. She smiled warmly and adjusted his IV line. “Take it easy,” she said. “You had a rough night.” Jeremy rubbed his forehead, struggling to remember. “What... happened?” “You got into a fight,” she explained, her eyes sympathetic. “A woman stepped in and stopped it from getting worse. She’s the one who brought you here.” “A woman?” Jeremy repeated, confused. The nurse nodded. “She seemed really worried about you.” As she spoke, memories came flooding back. Just yesterday, his world had fallen apart: he had caught his wife, Hailey, cheating. To make it worse, she was pregnant—and not by him. He’d lost his job and his dignity, and his long-lost mother had suddenly shown up, claiming him as her son. It was too much for one day. Then he remembered the woman who had helped him last night. He wished he could at least than