At the villa entrance.
Natalie Whitmore looked down at the pregnancy test report in her hand, her face glowing with pure happiness. In her mind, she was already picturing the three of them together in the future, a warm little family, laughing around the same table, living the kind of sweet life people envied.
The second she stepped inside, she headed straight upstairs toward the bedroom, dying to tell her husband, Damien Hargrove, the good news.
But halfway there, she paused.
A thought suddenly crossed her mind. Maybe she should hide the report first, wait until Damien got back, and then give him a proper surprise.
Only, before she even reached the bedroom door, a low, intimate sound drifted out from inside.
Breathless. Heavy. Suppressed, yet full of pleasure.
Any adult would know what was happening in that room without even needing to look.
No. No way.
Her blood rushed straight to her head. Natalie shoved the door open with all her strength, and the first thing she saw was a man and woman tangled together on the bed.
And that man—
That man was Damien Hargrove, the husband who had always acted so gentle with her, the one who had sworn he would love her for the rest of his life.
Then she saw the woman’s face clearly.
Natalie’s eyes widened so hard they almost hurt.
That woman... was actually her half-sister, Alvina Whitmore.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" Natalie screamed, her voice breaking on the last word.
The couple on the bed didn’t panic at all when faced with her collapse and accusation. If anything, they just looked annoyed, like she had ruined the mood.
"Why is she back already?"
Alvina shot Natalie a side glance, clearly irritated, then climbed off Damien without the slightest hurry and bent down to pick up her clothes from the floor, putting them on as if none of this was a big deal.
Damien lay sprawled across the bed, not even bothering to sit up right away. He glared at Alvina, frowning hard, his face dark with displeasure.
In a cold voice, he asked, "Weren’t you at the hospital for a checkup? Why are you back so soon?"
Seeing this disgusting pair act like she didn’t even matter, Natalie let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "So what, my bad for coming back too early and ruining your little hookup?"
Damien reached over, grabbed the bathrobe from the nightstand, and spoke in a casual, almost lazy tone.
"Think whatever you want."
"Now you’ve seen it with your own eyes. I can’t even be bothered to explain. Let’s get divorced." Damien Hargrove looked completely unfazed, like this whole mess had nothing to do with him.
"Divorce?" Natalie Whitmore stared at him, her voice shaking. "Damien Hargrove, you’re seriously dumping me for this shameless woman?"
She truly had not seen this coming. He got caught cheating, red-handed, and instead of even a trace of guilt, the first thing out of his mouth was divorce.
She had really been blind, marrying a total scumbag like him.
Everything had happened too fast. The second Natalie pushed the door open, she hadn’t noticed the pregnancy report slip from her hand and fall to the floor. But Alvina Whitmore saw it.
Alvina hurried over, bent down, picked up the report, and scanned it once. Then she let out a mocking laugh.
"Natalie Whitmore, you’re carrying some other man’s bastard, and you still have the nerve to call me out?"
As she spoke, she handed the report to Damien.
Damien glanced at the test result. When he looked back at Natalie, his eyes were full of disgust, no longer bothering to hide it.
"Alvina Whitmore, don’t you dare make stuff up." Natalie clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. "I’m not the one with no shame, sneaking around as the other woman and wrecking someone else’s marriage."
"The baby you’re carrying isn’t Damien’s. He’s never even touched you. What’s in your belly is a bastard." Alvina curled her lips into a cold sneer.
Damien’s face darkened at once. "Alvina’s right. The child in your stomach isn’t mine. We’re getting divorced, and you can get out of my house right now."
"Damien, what nonsense are you even saying?" Natalie’s eyes reddened as she stared at him, her whole body tense. "I’ve only ever been with you, and that was on our wedding night. How could this child not be yours?"
"On our wedding night, the man who slept with you wasn’t me at all. I was with Alvina the entire night."
He looked impatient, like even speaking to her for one more second was too much.
"I’m done talking. Take that bastard in your stomach and get the hell out of my house."
Damien snatched the pregnancy report from Alvina’s hand, tore it to pieces, then flung the scraps straight into Natalie’s face.
Natalie froze.
Her body shook hard, like she’d just been struck by lightning out of a clear sky. All the color drained from her face as she looked at Damien in disbelief.
"How... how could this happen?" Her lips trembled. "Damien Hargrove, why are you doing this to me?"
"Natalie, take a good look at yourself." Damien’s eyes were full of contempt. "Tell me, what part of you is even worthy of me?"
He lifted his chin, smug and cold.
"I’m from one of Nancheng’s top elite families now. A beautiful woman like Alvina is the only one who’s good enough for me."
Alvina’s heart twisted in spasms of pain. Looking at Damien Hargrove standing in front of her, she only felt one thing—this man was so unfamiliar it was scary.
Damien Hargrove had been switched at birth by a nurse. It wasn’t until three months ago that his biological parents suddenly found him.
Only then did he get his identity back as a rich young master.