My Billionaire Husband Is My Ex Fiancé's Uncle

Chapter Two: A Mistress In

The moment I ended the call, Brandon's reply lingered in my mind.

“Yes.” That was all he had said, yet it felt strangely reassuring.

I slipped my phone back into my purse and drove home.

The villa was quiet when I arrived. For months, I had hidden inside these walls, avoiding guests and refusing to attend social gatherings because I couldn't bear the pitying looks people gave me. Tonight, however, I walked through the house with my head held high. The scars were gone. The woman everyone thought was ruined no longer existed.

Tomorrow, I would no longer be Daniel Sterling's bride either.

The thought should have hurt, but instead, I felt relieved.

I had just changed into my pajamas when I heard the front door open downstairs. A moment later, footsteps approached the bedroom before the door swung open.

Daniel stepped inside, smelling faintly of cheap perfume and whiskey. When he saw me sitting on the couch in the dim light, he startled slightly, but quickly forced a warm, concerned smile onto his face.

"Jessica, darling," he said, walking over and kneeling in front of me. He reached out to gently touch my shoulder, his eyes swimming with fake tenderness. "Why are you up so late? You should be resting. The doctor said stress is bad for your... condition."

My condition. The way he said it made my stomach turn.

"I couldn't sleep," I said, keeping my voice soft, and completely neutral.

"I know, baby. I'm so sorry I was late," he murmured, kissing my forehead…a kiss that made my skin crawl. "The corporate team kept me tied up all night securing our future. I'm doing all this for us, you know? Even with your face... I still want to give you a grand wedding tomorrow, even if we have to keep you somewhat covered up."

I stared at him in the dark. The sheer hypocrisy was breathtaking. Just hours ago, I had heard him call me a disfigured monster to his friends.

Now, he was playing the devoted, long-suffering fiancé to my face.

"You're so good to me, Daniel," I whispered smoothly.

“Yes, and I will always be, now wait let me get you some some milk.” he said standing up

A satisfied smile appeared on his face before he left the room and quietly closed the door behind him. After some minutes he came back.

I accepted the glass and stared at the pale liquid. A memory surfaced unexpectedly. Four months ago, one of the nurses had mentioned that sleeping medication was often mixed into milk because the taste was difficult to detect.

My eyes narrowed slightly, or perhaps I was overthinking or maybe after everything I had witnessed tonight, I had finally learned not to trust Daniel blindly.

Pretending not to notice anything unusual, I lifted the glass to my lips and took a small sip before setting it down on the bedside table.

Daniel watched me closely.

Only after seeing the glass almost empty did he finally relax. A strange look flashed through his eyes before disappearing.

"Goodnight, Jessica I need to work downstairs since I won't be working tomorrow.” He he said leaned down and kissed my forehead.

The second he was gone, I picked up the glass and carried it into the bathroom and without hesitation, I poured the remaining milk into the sink.

Then I returned to the bedroom, switched off the lights, and climbed into bed.

Twenty minutes later, I heard the front door open again.

My eyes opened immediately in the darkness.

I stood up and went outside the door. Staring from the stairs.

The door opened, and Ivy stepped out, holding a small overnight bag.

Daniel met her at the side door, pulling her into his arms the second she stepped inside. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her deeply right there in our marital home.

"God, I missed you," Daniel breathed heavily between kisses. "Did anyone see you?"

"No," Ivy giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice echoing softly up the back staircase where I stood hidden in the shadows.

"Is the ugly beast asleep?"

"Yeah, she's locked away upstairs," Daniel sneered, taking Ivy’s bag and guiding her into the downstairs guest suite. "She's so clueless.

She actually believed I was working late for us."

"She’s so gullible," Ivy sneered, stepping into the room as Daniel closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar. "So what's the plan for tomorrow? Are we really letting her walk down the aisle?"

I pressed myself against the wall outside the guest suite, my breath steady, listening to every single word through the crack in the door.

"The wedding is just a formality for the media and her parents," Daniel’s voice came through, cold and calculating. "Once the ceremony is over and her father transfers the thirty percent division shares to my name, I’m putting her on a private flight to the northern estate. I’ll tell the public her mental health deteriorated from the trauma of her disfigurement."

"And me?" Ivy cooed, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air. "When do I get to be Mrs. Sterling?"

"Soon, my love. As soon as the shares are legally mine, I’ll file for divorce on grounds of her instability. Then I’ll bring you and our baby into this house permanently. Everything she owned…her money, this house, her family's status…will belong to you alone.”

"Oh, Daniel," Ivy giggled, her voice thick with triumph. "She suffered that terrible accident to save you, and in the end, she's handing me her whole life on a silver platter."

"She was stupid enough to get burned for me," Daniel chuckled darkly. "Let her pay the price."

Standing outside the door in the pitch-black hallway, I didn't feel sadness. I didn't feel heartbreak.

I felt an icy, cold fury that burned hotter than the fire that had almost killed me.

They thought they were setting a trap for a pathetic, broken woman. They had no idea that tomorrow, at the engagement banquet, the trap was going to spring on them instead.

I quietly turned around, walked back upstairs to the master suite, and pulled out my phone to text Brandon one final time before morning.

They thought tomorrow would be the day they stole everything from me.

They were wrong, tomorrow was the day I became Brandon Sterling's Wife.

And the day Daniel Sterling lost everything.