Crueler Than Stepmother

Summary

The moment the pregnant woman showed up at my door to stake her claim, I let out a slow, quiet breath.

No one knew how long I had been waiting for this day.

Her eyes, dripping with contempt, scanned me from head to toe. "Adrian loves—"

I cut her off with a swift raise of my hand. "He loves you. I know."

In the next second, I pushed a wheelchair out from behind me.

"Which is why she is now your problem."

The woman’s face went bone-white. "No! That's impossible! Adrian told me his mother died years ago!"

I waved a dismissive hand. "You misunderstand. This is his father's mistress."