Untouched for Three Years, I Carried His Rival’s Heir

My husband, Kieran, is the heir to the Thompson family.

In the three years of our arranged marriage, he has never once touched me.

I told myself he was just cold and guarded, that I could find a way into his heart, little by little.

Then one day he came home drunk, pinned me to the bed for the first time, and called out his first love's name.

"Camilla, all these years... I've thought of you every second of every day..."

That was when I knew. All the passion and love he possessed was already spent on another woman.

I pushed him away, burned every photo of us, and went to a high-end club in New York full of handsome male models.

Nine months later, I walked into the airport with my newborn baby in my arms.

Later, Kieran searched the world for me, his eyes bloodshot.

He asked in a trembling voice why I never told him I was pregnant, why I wouldn't let him see our baby.

I glanced at him and gave a light, breezy smile. "Who said the baby was yours?"

Seven months pregnant, and Kieran brought his first love back to the estate. I felt nothing. After all, seven months ago, I had gotten pregnant with another man's baby.

In a way, it made us even. And soon, I would be free to leave.

Today was a routine prenatal checkup. At the private clinic, the doctor held a stack of reports, his brow furrowed as he studied my barely-there belly.

"Mrs. Thompson, you're due in about two months, but you're too thin and barely showing. You must pay attention to your nutrition."

"You've come for so many checkups, but the Underboss has never accompanied you. The baby you're carrying is the family heir. He should..."

Even for a doctor in the underworld used to seeing irresponsible husbands from arranged marriages, it was just a casual question.

Before he could finish, I cut him off, my voice light and unbothered.

"He couldn't make it. And the baby isn't his. Thank you for the reminder, I'll watch my diet."

I left him with that, walking calmly away as he stared in shock.

Even a doctor who had seen his share of this bloody business was stunned. He stood there, wide-eyed, for a long moment.

I was, after all, the wife of the Thompson family heir, a prominent figure myself.

He didn't snap out of it until his next patient came in. He managed a dismissive smile, thinking Mrs. Thompson must have fought with her husband and was just trying to provoke him.

After leaving the exam room, I gently stroked my small baby bump and set a countdown on my phone.

Two more months until this baby was born. Then, I could finally be free of Kieran Thompson and this damn alliance.

Watching the numbers on the screen tick down, I gripped my phone, a surge of strength flowing through me.

I was about to leave the