Chapter 4

I fled home in a panic.

I violently ripped the wedding photo off the wall, tore it to shreds, and flushed it down the drain.

That night, Ivor didn't come home.

Ms. Fallon updated her social media with a new post.

Against a backdrop of romantic fireworks,

A collection of Hermès bags on the ground was particularly eye-catching.

The caption read: [Someone said they wanted to celebrate my birthday early, just the two of us!]

The car keys beside it stood out prominently on the table.

The little pig charm on them was one I had personally attached for Ivor.

As she wished, I liked the post.

I turned off my phone and continued packing my bags.

Early the next morning, Ivor finally called to explain:

"Vivienne, yesterday the company had us working overtime until 3 AM. It was too late, so I didn't tell you. I didn't want to disturb your rest."

"Mm, it's fine. Your work is the most important!"

He sighed in relief and continued.

"Darling, you're so understanding. Tonight, I'll have my assistant pick you up for the gala. Make sure to dress up nicely!"

After hanging up, I walked to the mirror.

Looking at my haggard face and belly that wouldn't fit into any gown.

I gave a self-mocking smile,

Dress up? Is there any point?

No matter how much I dress up, I'll never compare to Ms. Fallon.In the evening, the assistant drove me to the Winters family mansion.

Ms. Fallon stood at the center of attention, her evening gown accentuating her curvaceous figure.

Beside her was an array of top-tier jewelry from Mr. Gevano's collection.

The moment I appeared, looking at my simple maternity dress, the crowd's eyes revealed undisguised disdain.

Ivor furrowed his brow, a flash of displeasure in his eyes:

"Why did you come dressed like this? Didn't I tell you to dress up properly?"

"None of the gowns fit me anymore."

Hearing this, Ivor's expression softened, and he continued busying himself with entertaining the guests.

Ms. Fallon, feigning enthusiasm, led me to the second-floor lounge to rest.

As soon as the door closed, the fake smile on her face instantly vanished.

She glanced at me sideways, her gaze brazenly appraising, as if looking at a piece of trash.

"Vivienne, you've turned into such a mess just because you're pregnant?"

"But you probably haven't figured it out yet, have you? The child in your belly is actually mine. Ivor said he couldn't bear to see me suffer, wanting to leave all his money to me. I suggested he marry you to have our child, and he agreed right away."

"You should really thank me, otherwise you wouldn't even dream of being Mrs."Gevano, he won't even give you a glance!"

I was shaking with anger, a sharp pain twisting in my abdomen, making my face turn ghostly pale.

A glint of venom flashed in her eyes as she grabbed the wine from the table and poured it over herself without hesitation.

Then, she let out a piercing scream.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and Ivor rushed out.