After Discovering His Secret Child I Walked Away

Three days after the wedding, I finally saw Donovan Sullivan again.

It was at the preschool entrance.

He was dropping off his newly acknowledged daughter for school. The principal personally came out to greet Donovan, the new parent.

"Mr. Sullivan, Mrs. Sullivan, we will make sure your daughter is well taken care of here. You can rest easy."

Winter White, addressed as Mrs. Sullivan, subtly glanced at Donovan, her cheeks flushing pink. Donovan hesitated momentarily but didn’t refute the title.

Standing at a distance, I couldn’t help but find it amusing. Our story hadn’t ended yet, and here he was, labeling himself as someone's husband.

I loosened my grip as my little nephew suddenly darted toward Donovan Sullivan. He gave Donovan a firm push and glared at the woman beside him.

"You adults have no shame! You were marrying my aunt just days ago; when did she become Mrs. Sullivan?"

Surrounded by teachers and parents, Donovan wouldn't let his daughter's reputation take a hit. He shielded Winter behind him, coldly glaring in my direction.

"Aya, control your family. Don't let him spread falsehoods about my wife."

With those few words, he managed to shift everyone's attention to me, confident I wouldn't tarnish his public image.

Confident that I still had feelings for him.

I had imagined countless times how Donovan would approach me when we met again, but I never expected him to display not an ounce of remorse.

After he spoke those words, Donovan turned his back to me, his steps somewhat hurried, letting the principal lead their family of three through the enrollment process.

When they came out, I hadn’t left yet.

Winter, holding her daughter, kept her head down, avoiding eye contact. After all, three years ago, she was my intern, meeting Donovan through an opportunity I provided.

I overheard her daughter ask, "Mommy, why does this lady always bother Daddy? She’s so annoying."

Definitely Donovan’s daughter, just as difficult to like as he is.

Donovan stood there with his hands in his pockets, as composed as ever. "She's just a child, don’t pay her any mind."

I tilted my head, chuckling lightly, "And what if I decide to pay attention?"

Donovan stared at me, and finally, with seeming helplessness, he shook his head. "I really don’t know what to do with you."

Winter, apparently intimidated, trembled as she nudged her daughter toward me.

"Apologize to Miss Edwards. You upset her; your dad might leave you."

The little girl refused, clinging to Donovan’s leg, wailing loudly. The noise made my head throb.

And at that moment, I suddenly decided I didn’t want an answer from Donovan anymore.