I Surprised Him with a Baby, He Had Another Family

A week before their anniversary, Sydney prepared a surprise for her husband, Preston Rockefeller.

At the same time, she discovered that Preston had also booked a penthouse suite at a five-star hotel, complete with a drone show and fireworks. She was certain it was meant as a surprise for their anniversary, and her heart filled with joy.

Sydney clutched the pregnancy test stick, her heart brimming with anticipation.

However, on the day of their anniversary, she dressed up carefully early in the morning and waited for Preston’s invitation.

But she waited all day, and nothing came. Instead, she spotted a familiar figure on Savannah’s Instagram post.

Savannah, wearing a shy expression, nestled in a man’s arms. Only half of his face was visible—but Sydney instantly recognized him as Preston.

Caption: Thank you, husband, for the anniversary surprise. I love it~

Sydney’s blood froze.

How… could this be possible?!

Five years ago, Preston had been in a car accident so bad he slipped into a coma. At the worst possible moment, Savannah ran off abroad, dodging their supposed arranged marriage. That’s when the Adelsons brought Sydney back—the real heiress—to take Savannah’s place and marry Preston.

After the wedding, she took care of him like a devoted wife. Slowly, painstakingly, he recovered. In turn, he promised her that from then on, he’d be loyal to her.

Though cold and reserved, he had always treated her with unwavering respect.

Knowing she loved flowers, he had bought her an entire rose estate so she could wake up every day to almost a hundred freshly picked blooms.

When she had been mocked as a country bumpkin, he had spent twenty-eight million on an antique ring and knelt to place it on her hand, defending her honor.

When she had been trapped in a car accident, gasoline leaking everywhere, he had thrown caution to the wind, pried open the car door with his bare hands, and even as all ten fingers were shredded, he had saved her life.

Everyone had said Sydney was lucky; she had a devoted and wealthy husband. She had believed it, too.

She had never doubted that he would stay faithful. Yet now… she rushed to the hotel lobby, her heart hammering.

Her phone buzzed mid-step.

A contact that had been inactive for five years flashed a message she most feared.

[Your husband’s cheating on you.]

Attached was a video.

The moment Sydney tapped play, the world spun out of control. Indeed, her husband was making out with another woman—Savannah.

The Preston Sydney knew was never like this—never lost control like that. Yet on the video, there was hunger in his eyes, his hands crawling all over Savannah’s naked body.

The affair drained Sydney’s face of color. Her hands trembled beyond her control, the phone threatening to fall. She felt dizzy, as if a big hand gripped her heart.

The man in the video was both familiar and strange.

Preston was always gentle and restrained with her, never showing such a loss of control.

She didn’t know how she ended up standing outside the penthouse suite door.

The door wasn’t closed tightly. She immediately saw the old couple completely naked and embracing on the couch. Soon, the last string in Sydney’s mind just snapped.

In between panting, Savannah’s voice cut through.

“Honey… thanks to you tricking Sydney into signing the heart transfer, our son got the transplant. Poor Julien didn’t make it. Sydney didn’t throw a fit, right?”

What the hell did she just say?!

Sydney’s fists clenched so tightly her nails tore into her palms. Her ears rang. She couldn’t believe those words.

The next second, the familiar voice of his husband followed.

“She will never know that Julien’s heart went to Chicago,” he reassured Savannah.

Savannah giggled. “I knew you loved me and Chicago the most. Today’s our third anniversary since we registered our marriage. You’re not going anywhere…”

Sydney bit her lips. Tears wet her face, her complexion pale as paper.

His words were like a sharp blade dipped in arsenic, stirring violently in her heart, shredding flesh and bone, causing her whole body to tremble in pain.

The enormous shock and pain overwhelmed her like a tornado.

Julien was also his son! How could he bear to watch him die?!

Three years ago, their son was born with congenital heart disease. The doctor said that without a heart transplant, he wouldn’t live past three.

She waited so long. Finally, before Julien’s third birthday, a suitable heart appeared, but the hospital suddenly canceled the transplant an hour before surgery. The poor boy could only die on the cold operating table.

They said the donor changed their mind. Sydney was in pain but could only accept it.

Now, she just heard that Preston gave the heart to Savannah’s son. How could Sydney accept it?!

Savannah’s son only had arrhythmia and didn’t need a heart transplant. Sydney’s son, without that heart, could only die on the cold operating table!

Her nails dug into her flesh, blood dripping from her fingertips, yet she felt no pain.

Her body seemed torn apart. The hotel had the air conditioning on, but she felt freezing all over.

Just then, the memories of the past three years surged up.

No wonder. No wonder Preston had abandoned her and Julien for overseas business trips, sometimes lasting weeks. Chicago—Savannah’s child—was actually Preston’s son!

When did it start?

The first time—when she had given birth to Julien and hemorrhaged. The situation was critical and needed a family member’s consent. The hospital called Preston, but he hadn’t answered. She gritted her teeth and signed the consent form herself, and only then did the hospital operate on her.

The second time—Julien’s birthday, and they had planned to go to an amusement park together as a family of three. She waited all evening with Julien, who cried himself to sleep. Preston never showed.

The third time—Julien suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. Sydney had called frantically outside the operating room. But Preston’s assistant just gave a brutal response.

“Mr. Rockefeller is in a meeting. Handle it yourself.”

She had always excused Preston’s absences, thinking he was just busy with work.

It turned out that every single time, he had been with Savannah and their child!

Sydney’s lips split, and blood filled her mouth. Her chest ached so fiercely she could barely breathe.

Her own husband had actually tricked her into signing the heart transfer agreement—forcing her to give up Julien’s only chance at life. How could Preston be so fucking cruel?

The intimate sounds continued in the video. Her stomach turned violently. She felt sick to her core.

The man she had loved for three years had killed her son.

Sydney’s resolve hardened. She dialed a number she had not contacted in five years.

“Brooks, fine, let’s get married. Come for me in a week. I’ll handle the divorce.”

A deep and familiar voice came from the phone.

“Finally, Sydney, you see it clearly. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Come back ASAP. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Sydney nose stung. She swallowed back a sob, explaining, “He killed Julien. I want Preston to pay for that!”

On the other end, Brooks Stryker’s voice carried a cold edge.

“Anyone who harms the Strykers will regret it,” he swore.

After hanging up, Sydney’s eyes hardened.

She would leave Preston for good!

The Strykers weren't just a wealthy family. They were the most mysterious top-tier tycoons in the capital, controlling the country’s entire economy.