The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

Sharon returned to an empty house and started with the garbage.

Anything that reminded her of Andrew went straight into the trash.

Now that she had decided to leave, every trace of their shared past deserved to be discarded.

As she carried a heap of things downstairs, she saw Andrew’s car pull up. He hurried around to the passenger side to help Rebecca out.

Gently, he took the baby from Rebecca’s arms. “Tired? She’s been fussy all day. We’ll deal with the luggage tomorrow—the house has everything we need for now.”

Though his words held a hint of complaint, the smile never left his face.

Just then, a neighbor passed by, spotted Andrew, and offered a polite greeting.

“Oh, Mr. Andrew, you’re back? And Mrs. Andrew has already had the baby?”

Andrew slipped an arm around Rebecca and tilted the baby toward the neighbor.

“That’s right. Look at my daughter—adorable, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely adorable.”

Watching Andrew’s easy, unhesitating manner, Sharon froze where she stood.

It had been so long since she’d gone out with him. Lately, Rebecca had been over more and more often.

Now even the neighbors assumed Rebecca was Mrs. Andrew.

“Sharon?”

Andrew noticed her not far away and quickly approached. “It’s windy out. You’re pregnant—you should have waited inside.”

Sharon stared back, her expression blank. “When the neighbor called Rebecca ‘Mrs. Andrew,’ why didn’t you correct them?”

Andrew’s patience thinned. “It’s just a title. What matters is that Rebecca and I have a completely proper relationship. Isn’t that enough?”

Rebecca chimed in softly, “That’s right, Sharon. Andrew just didn’t want to embarrass me by making a scene. Please don’t overthink it.”

Sharon’s grip tightened around the trash bag, emotions churning inside her.

Judging by Rebecca’s demeanor, she intended to move in.

To think even her final days here would be tainted like this.

“It’s so late, Rebecca. Shouldn’t you be heading home? What are you doing here?”

Andrew cut in, “Her lease is up. She’s staying with us until she finds a new place.”

Sharon almost laughed. “If she knew her lease was ending, why didn’t she look sooner?”

“Wah… wah…”

The baby in Andrew’s arms began to cry, and with it, the last of his patience vanished.

“Sharon, when did you become like this? Rebecca’s already having a hard time. Whether you like it or not, she’s staying here from now on. If you don’t like it, you can go stay somewhere else for a while and come back later.”

Noticing the bag in her hand, he added offhandedly, “What’s that you’re holding?”

“Nothing. Just trash.”

“From now on, I’ll handle the heavy chores. You’re pregnant—you need to be careful.”

With that, he carried the baby upstairs, Rebecca following close behind.

Watching him go, Sharon let out a cold laugh.

So he still remembered she was pregnant.

This child—he had begged her for it.

He said he loved children, that he wanted her to give him one.

He called it the fruit of their love, promised to cherish her and their child forever.

Yet in just a few short months, all that devotion had shifted to someone else.

Sharon tossed the trash into the bin, then rested a hand lightly on her slightly rounded abdomen.

“Sweetheart,” she whispered. “Shall Mommy take you away from here?”