The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

After finishing the interview upstairs, she was just stepping out of the elevator when she ran into Rebecca.

Rebecca had just emerged from the restroom. Spotting her, Rebecca froze for a moment.

"Sharon? What are you doing here?"

Feigning surprise, Rebecca said, "You didn't… you didn't know Andrew was here hosting the celebration for our baby, did you? And you came anyway?"

Sharon let out a cold laugh. "Is that so? Thanks for telling me."

"You didn't know?" Rebecca smirked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Honestly, I didn't want to hide it from you. But Andrew said today was a special day. He didn't want you… ruining it. You know how much he cares about me and the baby."

"…"

Sharon stared at her coldly, saying nothing.

Emboldened, Rebecca pressed on. "Oh, you probably don't know this either. To give the baby a legal father, Andrew has decided to divorce you. Then he'll marry me. That way, my child can rightfully become his."

Sharon's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Andrew to sink to such depths—he'd already planned to divorce her and be with Rebecca all along.

Her fingers curled into tight fists at her sides. A sharp pang shot through her heart, so sudden she nearly staggered.

"Move."

She tried to leave, but Rebecca blocked her path.

"What's wrong? Can't handle it? If you can't stand it, then hurry up and sign those divorce papers!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Rebecca spotted Andrew emerging from the banquet hall, looking for her. With a deliberate cry, she collapsed to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sharon! Please don't be angry! We really didn't mean to keep it from you! But today is my daughter's celebration… Can't you just… bear with it? Don't be mad. Don't make a scene?"

Sobbing, tears streaking her makeup, Sharon was about to say something when Andrew strode over.

"Sharon? What are you doing here?"

A flicker of panic crossed his face—afraid she'd discovered something.

"Andrew, Ms. Sharon found out about the celebration today. She's a bit upset. Don't blame her, Andrew. She's still young. It's normal for her to lash out."

After Rebecca's sniffling explanation, Andrew frowned and looked at Sharon. "Sharon, you know Rebecca's situation. I'm just helping out as the child's… uncle, hosting this little party. Go home first, okay? I'll come back to you as soon as I'm done here."

"Uncle? You're sure that's all?"

Sharon's laugh was icy. Just moments ago, he'd been teaching that child to call him 'Daddy.'

"Whatever it is, the child lost her father. It's tragic. From now on, I *am* her father. You're about to be a mother yourself. You should understand how terrible it is for a child to grow up without one. Don't make a scene here. Just go home."

Sharon lifted her gaze, her expression blank as she looked at him.

When had the man who was once so gentle and attentive to her become… this?

"Andrew, if I said you had to choose—between the child in my belly and Rebecca's child—who would you pick?"

"Don't be childish, Sharon." Andrew took a deep breath, softening his tone. "Go home first. I'll bring you a gift tonight, how about that?"

"Yeah, stop causing trouble," one of his friends chimed in, having gathered at the commotion. "With so many people here today, you don't want to embarrass Andrew, do you?"

"Sharon, you're just not as understanding and obedient as Rebecca is. That's why we had to keep this from you."

His whole group of friends had come out now, all pointing fingers at her.

She knew nothing she said would make them believe her. She didn't bother explaining.

"Andrew, remember this. I gave you a chance. You're the one who didn't know how to cherish it."

With that, she turned and walked away without a backward glance.

Watching her retreating figure, Andrew's friends exchanged looks.

"What did she mean by that? She's not actually planning to divorce Andrew, is she?"

"Good riddance if she does. Then Andrew can finally marry Rebecca like he wants. I'm just afraid it's an act—playing hard to get."

"Exactly. Just a mind game. Don't worry about it, Andrew."

"Worry? Why would I worry? She's acting like a child." Andrew pulled his gaze away from where Sharon had disappeared. "It's fine. I'll smooth things over when I go home tonight."