My Son Is His Only Heir

It was the night of my husband's and my third anniversary, and I had gotten home early. I caught him in bed with another woman—for the tenth time. But unlike the previous times, I did not throw a tantrum. I even closed the door to the master bedroom quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

In Scott Jameson's eyes, I had no choice but to tolerate his cheating because I became Mrs. Jameson by getting pregnant with his child.

Three months later, he flung divorce papers at me. "My young lover wants me to give her a home and to bear my son. Sign the papers."

I looked into his cold, distant eyes and said with conviction, "All right. All I want is custody of our son. I don't want a cent of the Jamesons' money."

The court proceedings were difficult, and I was accused of being mentally unstable. Many people made fun of me for not knowing my place.

All of Cloverton was waiting for me to humiliate myself, counting the seconds until a nobody like me succumbed to desperation.

However, I fought the case with everything I had. Eventually, I was finally able to leave with my son.

No one knew that Scott suffered from a serious case of asthenozoospermia. His sperm were completely useless. No other woman could have Scott's baby except me, as I happened to be unusually fertile.

My son would be the only heir to the Jameson family legacy.

The doors to the master bedroom opened twenty minutes later. A woman walked out wearing my husband, Scott Jameson's, white shirt. It was Rita Sloane, Scott's latest lover. She was the underprivileged university student he was sponsoring.

Rita was taken aback to see me, but she quickly raised her chin arrogantly and flaunted her attitude as if she were the real mistress of this house. I nodded at her. "You should leave through the side door. Reporters are staking out the house's front door."

She bit her lip and glared at me before quickly leaving the house. Just then, Scott walked out of the room with a loose towel around his waist. He glanced at our son, Connor, in my arms and looked at me with a playful smile. "You've been a really good girl today."

I put the sleeping Connor in bed and tucked him in while Scott lit a cigarette. "If only you always knew your place, Sophie." His face was blurred from the smoke, and for some reason, it reminded me of a night just like this four years ago.

That night, Scott stood below my apartment, holding up a bowl of soup from my favorite diner as rainwater dripped from his hair. "I've been chasing you for three months, Dr. Rivers. How about giving me a chance?" He looked at me brightly with sincerity in his eyes, a look that I would never see again.

His voice pulled me back to reality. "Have you forgotten the reason we got married? I had too