“Why?” I shrieked, the tears finally breaking loose. I looked at Connor, who stood near the buffet, unnervingly still. “What happens to Connor? Are you abandoning both of us?”

Valerie leaned her head against Jonathan’s shoulder, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. Her smile made my skin crawl. When she spoke, her voice was coated in venomous sugar.

“Caroline, I am truly, deeply grateful to you. All these years, you’ve taken care of my Connor for free, like an unpaid, live-in nanny. I had my reasons back then and was forced to leave him with Jonathan. But you have a magic touch. You raised my real son into a splendid man. Now that he’s an adult with a lucrative career, it’s time the three of us became a real family. Give me back my son, please.”

The blood in my veins turned to ice. A real family? Her real son?

I rushed at my husband like a rabid animal, grabbing the lapels of his expensive suit. “That’s a lie! You told me you found him in an alley! What kind of sick, twisted charade are you pulling?”

“Let go of me!” Jonathan roared. He shoved me violently.

The force sent me stumbling backward. My shoulder slammed into the edge of a catering table, and I collapsed onto the hard floor. Porcelain plates crashed down around me, shattering into hundreds of pieces. The last remaining drop of dignity for a woman who had sacrificed everything for twenty-five years was mercilessly annihilated.

Jonathan brushed off his wrinkled lapels, looking down at me as if I were something he had scraped off his shoe. “The charade is the one you’ve been living. Connor is my biological son with Valerie. Since you’re a barren, broken woman, it was pure charity to let you play house. If I hadn’t brought my bastard home, you never would have known what it felt like to be a mother. Stop making a pathetic scene.”

A wave of sheer, unadulterated outrage erupted among my relatives. But I couldn’t hear them. Jonathan’s words were jagged glass slicing through my chest. Twenty-five years. My abandoned career. My sleepless nights. It had all been a trap. I was just a convenient incubator for his infidelity.

I bit my lip until the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth, raising my tear-drenched eyes to look at Connor. The boy I had poured my entire soul into. Faced with this brutal reality, would he choose the pathetic, penniless woman weeping on the floor, or run to his triumphant biological mother and his wealthy father?

Connor placed his champagne glass on the table, his face a mask of absolute stone, and took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Chapter 2: The Architect’s Ruin

Connor did not look panicked. He didn’t look surprised. He walked past Jonathan’s outstretched, welcoming arms as if the man were completely invisible. With long, decisive strides, he came straight to me. He dropped to one knee amidst the shattered porcelain, wrapped his massive arms around my shaking shoulders, and effortlessly lifted me to my feet. His warm hands gently brushed the dust from my silk blouse.

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