The Heir’s Deception

Before my wedding, I was three months pregnant.

My fiancé, Felix, told me we should hide the pregnancy to protect my "reputation".

Then, the very next day, I saw him announce that he was the father of his "savior" Isabella's child.

It was only then that I discovered Isabella was his first love.

After I found out, Felix tearfully begged me to give him time, promising a huge wedding for us right after Isabella's baby was born.

But I had already planned to leave with my baby.

I just never expected that Felix's mother would be the one to ruin everything.

I watched, helpless, as they treated my child like a bastard and forced me to have an abortion. I left, my heart turned to ash.

Felix cut ties with his family over it, kneeling and begging me to come back.

He promised me everything—wealth, status, company shares.

But I no longer cared. I already had everything I truly wanted.

Three months into my pregnancy, I watched my husband on the news, claiming to be the father of another woman's child.

Two hours ago, I came to the hospital, alone.

"Congratulations, Ms. Sterling. The baby is very healthy."

The doctor smiled at me, but I couldn't feel a shred of joy.

I walked out of the OB-GYN's office in a daze.

The doctor had just reminded me to stay happy, that too much anxiety could affect the baby's development.

But in three months, Felix had never once come with me to a check-up.

The hallway was bustling with people.

As I was about to leave, a commotion erupted from the hospital lobby.

"To all our viewers, we are live from St. Mary's Hospital, bringing you an exclusive interview."

The clear voice of a female host from the financial news channel drifted over.

I found myself drifting closer.

Two people stood before the camera.

My blood ran cold.

Felix. My secret fiancé.

And Isabella Rosewood, the woman he called his "savior."

"Mr. Blackwood, is there a special reason you chose to announce this happy news at a hospital?" the host asked with a smile.

Felix's arm was possessively around Isabella's waist, his eyes brimming with affection.

"Because this hospital is where the symbol of our love was conceived. Isabella, my first love. She's seven months pregnant, and the child is mine."

I froze on the spot, the sound of my own heart shattering in my chest.

Seven months?

"Mr. Blackwood, you've always been very private. Why have you chosen to go public now?"

"Because I love her," Felix said, gazing deeply at Isabella. "And our child deserves to be celebrated."

Isabella lowered her head shyly, one hand resting gently on her visibly swollen belly.

I thought of all the times over the past three months I'd asked Felix to come to my check-ups, and he'd always said he was swamped with work.

It turned out he was with another woman.

With the woman carrying his child.

"How romantic! Congratulations to you