My Husband's First Love, My Stepsister Returns: My Revenge

When I got home, I moved all of Daniel's belongings to the study and took out the paternity test results I had hidden away.

99.99% Father-son relationship.

I clenched that white paper, trembling all over.

Daniel returned, looking worn out, with Ivy and her child following behind him.

I pretended not to see them and turned to go back to my room, but Daniel kicked the door open.

"Are you trying to sleep in separate rooms? Grace, you're going to get angry over a one-month celebration?

"If you've got the guts, stop coming to me at night, claiming you're afraid to sleep alone!"

In the past, whenever Daniel and I had little fights, I would say I was afraid to sleep alone and ask for reconciliation.

What he didn't know was that I was never really afraid of sleeping alone.

Before I could say anything, Daniel was already about to slam the door and leave.

I chased after him and shoved the paternity test results into his hand.

"No need for a paternity test, here's your answer."

Daniel looked at me suspiciously, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Grace, you went through my stuff!"

Daniel tore the report to shreds and scattered it in the air, but to me, it was like a feeble attempt to cover up the truth.

I couldn't be bothered with him and casually closed the door.

That night, the noise from the study was piercing, but it also brought me a gradual clarity.

The next day, I forced myself to sleep in until I naturally woke up. When I went downstairs, I saw Daniel.

Clenching my fists tightly, I forced myself to stand tall as I walked downstairs.

Daniel was a total workaholic.

I had asked countless times for him to come home for lunch during his break, but he always found an excuse not to.

But now, the three of them sat together at the corner of the dining table, laughing and playing with the baby.

When I arrived, they exchanged a glance and fell silent.

I felt like an uninvited guest.

"Grace, look, I've made a whole table of food!" Ivy called out with a smile, as if this were her house.

Daniel scoffed coldly. "If she's going to get up this late next time, just don't bother making her breakfast."

"Grace wasn't feeling well, that's why she got up late," Ivy said, patting Daniel on the shoulder to calm him down.

I shrugged indifferently, glanced at the food on the table, and sat down.

Frowning, I picked at the pancakes with my fork before slamming them down with a loud "clap."

A sarcastic smile played on my face as I stared directly at Ivy.

"You really think this greasy dish is fit to serve?"

Ivy looked just like one of those leading ladies from my mom's old melodramas, with her big, fluttering eyes that turned red and teary at the drop of a hat.

As soon as she started crying, the baby joined in with a wail.

"How are we supposed to eat with all this noise?"

Daniel kept a cold expression the entire time. "Grace, if you don't want to eat, then don't!"

I stood up, grabbed my keys, and walked out, hearing Daniel comforting Ivy behind me.

After discussing the details at the lawyer's office, I went back home.

On the way home, I changed my mind.

Ivy just wanted to stir things up so Daniel and I would divorce, giving her a chance to take my place.

I was definitely getting this divorce.

Before I left, I planned to have fun with the two of them first.

Just as I made up my mind, someone showed up at my door.

As soon as I got home, I saw Ivy waiting for me in the garden, still holding her baby.

"Grace, can we talk?"