She Said the Baby Is Her Secretary's

On the day of the wedding, Tiffany Blake publicly slipped a wedding ring onto her secretary's finger.

"I'm pregnant. The baby is Chad's. Once the child is old enough, I'll marry you."

Guests whispered among themselves, convinced that I—the one who had chased after her for a year—would just swallow my pride and take it.

But that very night, I accepted the marriage arranged by my family and vanished from her world without a trace.

A year later, I attended a charity gala with my wife, Nicole Cooper.

She had a last-minute conflict and sent someone from her regional office to pick me up.

I never expected it to be Tiffany, whom I hadn't seen in a year.

"You're back just in time. My maternity leave is almost up. From now on, you'll be the one taking care of the child."

The city outline beyond the plane window grew clearer and clearer.

Alestin. The city that had held a year of my humble, lovesick devotion and the final, crushing humiliation. A year later, it came into view again.

My fingers unconsciously traced the understated yet priceless wedding band on my left ring finger.

The cool touch settled my tangled thoughts.

Nicole Cooper was my wife. She was a gentle and kind woman who treasured me like something precious. She was stuck in an overseas video conference and couldn't get away, so she'd specifically arranged for someone from the domestic branch to pick me up and make sure I arrived at the gala safely.

"Sir, we're about to land. Please fasten your seatbelt," the flight attendant said gently.

I nodded and took a deep breath.

…

I pushed my simple luggage through the VIP exit.

I instinctively scanned the crowd of people waiting for arrivals, looking for a sign with my middle name, "Kent."

Nicole knew I didn't like a big production, so she'd specifically asked to keep things low-key.

My eyes swept across the area and quickly locked onto one spot.

A few sharply dressed, arrogant-looking men and women stood together. One of them was holding a sign that read, "Kent."

But when I saw the face holding the sign, I stopped short. My blood seemed to freeze on the spot.

Tiffany Blake.

She was wearing a designer gown, her hair perfectly styled. She looked even more like a mother than she had a year ago.

Chad Miller had his arm around her shoulder.

Tiffany was wearing a loose-fitting dress, but you could still tell her post-baby body had recovered extremely well. Her face had that smug look of someone being pampered.

A few other familiar faces were there too—all of Tiffany's old friends from back in the day, led by Mark Lynch.

They craned their necks, eagerly scanning the exit, clearly waiting for the legendary "Kent."

He was the actual controlling shareholder of the world's largest publicly traded group, RKS Group.

But all these years, it had been my wife Nicole running things publicly.

I had never shown my