My Fiancé's Mistress Is Having His Baby,So I Married His Rival

Viviana stood there dressed in my pajamas, arms folded, looking annoyed as she asked me. "What did you come here for?"

Before I could even ask her anything, Dante happened to return. He quickly pulled Viviana behind him in a guarding way and explained, "Bianca, don't think too much. After Viviana became pregnant, she hasn't been sleeping well, so I let her stay here at the villa."

"Besides, the rental near the clinic hasn't ended yet. You can stay there a little longer for the time being. After the baby is born and we get our papers signed, you can move back."

I said with shock, "I also paid half of the money for this safehouse. What right do you have to let her live here without asking me? And what right do you have to decide so easily when I can come or leave?"

In truth, the waterfront estate in this part of the city cost far more than Dante believed.

My father didn't want me to suffer, so he had already paid eighty percent of the total price through a shell company in advance. On the surface, Dante and I each paid half to purchase it.

Dante looked away with a guilty face, and in the next moment, Viviana was already yelling with a proud tone.

"That's because the property papers have my name and my brother's name on them!"

"I only didn't have the soldiers at the gate throw you out because of my brother!"

I stared at Dante in shock. Only then did he explain, clearly unwilling.

"Viviana grew up with me. She's basically part of my family. She won't be getting married later and still has to raise a child. I'm the child's father, so I need to give her some protection."

"Anyway, you and I will get married sooner or later. No matter what happens, I won't leave you. Does whose name is on the house really matter more than what we have?"

Seeing the twisted logic of the man standing in front of me, I almost couldn't recognize him. He smoothed the front of his jacket, a gesture so practiced it looked like reflex, and held my gaze as if the lie he'd just told was the most natural thing in the world.

I had once thought Dante just didn't love me that much. I never thought that even the small bit of feeling left had long been replaced by careful planning.

Was this really the man I bent myself to love for ten years?

Not worth it, truly not worth it.

My thumb drifted over the pale mark where my engagement ring used to sit. The skin there was still slightly indented, a ghost of a promise already rotting from the inside.

When he saw my eyes turn red, Dante looked uneasy and, without thinking, took out a cigarette and lit it. After noticing that Viviana was still pregnant, he quickly stepped away and put it out.

Using that moment, Viviana walked over and jabbed my shoulder hard with her finger.

"I'm really tired of women like you, always complaining and picking at things! My brother is willing to take care of me. What does that have to do with you?"

"If you have any sense, hurry up and leave!"

Just as I lifted my hand to knock hers away, she suddenly used both hands to shove me with force, pushing me straight into the man-made lake behind the estate.

Hearing the sound, Dante hurried back. Viviana spread her hands with a careless look.

"I didn't touch her."

Dante slowed his rushed steps, his eyes turning cool as he watched me struggle in the water. The lakeside lights caught his face, and there was nothing in it. No alarm. No love. Just calculation, the same expression I'd seen him wear across a hundred sit-downs when deciding what was worth saving and what could be let go.

"That's enough, stop acting. Viviana isn't the kind of person who pulls fake sympathy acts."

"Stop using such awkward tricks to get pity. Get out by yourself!"

Water rushed into my mouth, and my legs began to cramp. "It was her! Help… help me!"

Noticing something felt off, Dante panicked a bit, reaching out as if to pull me up.