The Hidden Heiress's Bitter Return

ant, carrying Ethan' s child, and we lived in a small, neat house in a quiet suburb. Ethan worked in marketing for a beverage company, a good job, steady.

ed high-end grocery chains, fancy restaurants. But we kept a low profile, always. My parents, Mary and David Thompson, valued privacy over flash. M

me Oliv

xico, and he' d helped her, "saved her," he' d said. He felt he owed her something. Olivia was trying to be

ed to be at a work conference, but h

mething' s

d. "What is it?

tival, Desert Bloom. She... she got really dr

that' s awful.

her. She' s not married, you know, it looks so bad." His vo

ted in my stomach.

ne... I told th

tilted. "

re married, you' re pregnant. People might judge, but it' s different. We can

ious? You want me to say I got drunk and

help Olivia. She can' t handle

protective gesture. Strong?

n, I c

my mother. She' s... concerned, but she' ll understand it was a

I could argue, bef

he man I loved, the father of my unborn child, had just thrown me to

nt wife, was just

d through me. He didn' t just betray me, he betrayed our child. The whispers would star

a dark, confusing place. And it