Chapter 4

Faced with my anger, Adrian remained calm as a rock.

Like the ones who got caught weren't them, but me.

"If you don't tend to your garden, someone else will come along and plant in it!"

Even though I was prepared, I hadn't expected this guy to be so shameless.

"Is that right? Then why don't you guess why I'd rather leave this 'fertile field' alone than touch it?"

Cassandra's expression immediately changed, and she stamped her foot indignantly:

"Liam, what are you trying to say!"

"What am I trying to say? You don't get it?"

"Don't you know how dirty you are?"

The moment I saw the guy's face, I knew the baby was his.

No matter how desperate I was, I'd never touch a cheap woman who'd been cheating on me from the start!

I threw down the paternity test:

"Cassandra, how long were you planning to lie to me?"

Seeing the paternity test, Cassandra dropped all pretense, her face twisting:

"You didn't have to lift a finger to become a father. What more could you want?"

So she was done pretending now that I'd torn off the mask!

Not only was she shameless, she actually thought I should be grateful to them!

I believe a good man never hits a woman.

But in that moment, my hand was itching to move.

I'd been slaving away at the company every day to keep the promise I made her.

And she repaid me like this!

Making a fool out of me?!

I made the money while she stayed beautiful and had another man's baby?

My chest tightened with pain.

My hand didn't hesitate anymore. I slapped her hard across her flushed face.

Not expecting me to actually hit her, Cassandra stumbled backward from the force.

Adrian caught her quickly and steadied her.

Those slender hands held firmly on Cassandra's waist.

Like he'd done that movement countless times before.

"Liam! You hit me? You bastard!"

Adrian frowned in displeasure as he helped Cassandra up:

"Grow up. Can't you handle this?"

I laughed bitterly.

He calls this "can't handle it"?

This was a first for me!

"Cassandra, you've been playing me this whole time, haven't you?"

"This guy is your dream man you kept pining for, right?"

"You're so pathetic. Let me guess - he's already married, isn't he!"

"When I was on that business trip, it was him, wasn't it? That's why you almost miscarried?"

Hearing my rapid-fire questions, Cassandra's face turned pale:

"No! I didn't mean to deceive you!"

"I genuinely wanted to marry you at first!"

"The pregnancy was an accident. You're the one who wouldn't let me get an abortion!"

I was stunned.

She'd thrown that blame at me so unexpectedly.

Before I could respond, Adrian said with a sneer:

"If Cassandra had really married me, you never would've had a chance!"

"If she hadn't rejected me to get back at you, you wouldn't have been good enough to be my son's father!"

"I guess fate works in mysterious ways."

Turns out, when Cassandra found out Adrian was getting married, she decided to marry me out of spite.

Adrian came back to stop her, but she refused.

The two of them had one last perfect goodbye to commemorate their past!

The result of that goodbye was me becoming a dad.

Then Adrian had a shotgun wedding.

Cassandra gave up completely, and came to propose to me while carrying Adrian's baby.

No wonder Cassandra looked so terrible when she first had morning sickness!

She was terrified!

She never expected to get pregnant!

But she knew from the very beginning that the baby wasn't mine!

That's why she started having insomnia!

With guilt on her conscience, how could she sleep peacefully?

When she first found out she was pregnant, she was particularly insistent that I didn't need to accompany her to prenatal appointments.

She insisted she could handle it and told me to work hard and earn money for baby formula!

When the morning sickness was severe, she mentioned abortion several times.

But I talked her out of it every time:

"Honey, we've been together three years, and this is the first time you've gotten pregnant. It must be fate bringing us this baby."

At the time, her face was pale as she hugged the toilet, throwing up nothing but bile:

"Honey, I..."

She trailed off, unable to continue.