Corrected

The truth hit me like a physical blow.


My parents were innocent. They hadn't betrayed Samuel—or me.

The accident and subsequent treatment had caused Samuel's memory loss and personality change. And his fertility…

Rose's brow furrowed as she recalled the details.


"The doctors said infertility was likely but not guaranteed. With proper care and time, there was always a chance of recovery."

Relief washed over me like a wave.


For years, I'd carefully prepared Samuel's meals with healing ingredients and ensured he lived a healthy lifestyle. Perhaps those efforts had helped restore what was damaged.

This baby was nothing short of miraculous—but it was undoubtedly Samuel's child.

"Please," I begged, clutching Rose's hands. "Come with me to tell Samuel the truth."

She shook her head firmly. "I can't get involved again. But I'll write down everything I know—dates, doctors, treatments. That should be enough."

At the door, she paused, conflict evident in her expression.

"Your family's influence is gone," she said softly. "If Samuel treats you decently after learning the truth, perhaps you should consider staying. For the child's sake."

I'd been counting the days until freedom. Now, with this child, everything had changed.

When I returned to the villa, the security guard merely looked away as I approached.

It was past midnight—officially the day our contract ended.

In the grand foyer, Rachel had deliberately left her lingerie strewn across the sofa.

A childish attempt to mark her territory.

I'd never understood Rachel's obsession with Samuel. She knew our marriage was a business arrangement with an expiration date.

She only needed to wait a few more days to have him officially. Why the constant need to humiliate me?

I looked away from her petty display, Rose's written testimony clutched in my hand like a shield.

Dawn broke, but Samuel never appeared. Instead, the click of heels announced Rachel's arrival.

She breezed in, using the security system as if she already owned the place, and perched on the edge of the sofa across from me.

"Samuel's busy with more important matters," she smirked. "I'll handle this little formality for him."

He couldn't even face me for our divorce—the final insult.

"Don't look so offended," she sneered. "Your family's empire is dust. Samuel's company is his alone—you signed away any claim to it years ago."

"No assets, no children…"

Her eyes dropped to my stomach, her tongue making a disapproving click.

"Though you're certainly trying to change that last part. Getting knocked up by some random man to trap Samuel? Pathetic."

I gripped the pen so hard my knuckles turned white.

"I need to speak with Samuel directly," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "It's important."

Her expression hardened into a mask of contempt.

"You think you're still important enough to summon him? He's heard all your desperate pleas before."

"The baby is Samuel's," I blurted out. "And my parents never had him sterilized."

Something flickered in her eyes—surprise, perhaps fear—before her mask of confidence returned.

"Are you really this desperate? Samuel knows he can't father children. He's had it confirmed by multiple doctors."

I didn't understand how this lie had persisted for so long. How had Samuel never questioned it?

I had to make him understand the truth—for my parents' memory and for this innocent child.

I smoothed out Rose's handwritten statement.

"This is from Rose Blackwood, my father's former secretary. She explains exactly what happened three years ago."

With Samuel's resources, he could easily verify everything—medical records, doctor statements, the truth about his accident.

"I'm not trying to stop the divorce," I said quietly. "I just want to clear my parents' names. They don't deserve to be remembered as monsters."

Rachel studied me for a long moment, calculating.

"Fine," she finally said. "I'll tell him."

I asked her to call him immediately, but she refused. "This is a delicate matter for a man's pride," she insisted. "I need to speak with him privately."

"Wait here. I'll bring him to you."

Hours passed before Samuel finally appeared, looking tense and disheveled.

His eyes immediately went to my stomach, his expression unreadable.

"Is it true?" he asked hoarsely. "Is that really my child?"