Unveiled: Who is My Son's Father?

Ethan actually called me greedy... but he seemed to have forgotten that without me, he wouldn’t be living this luxurious life.

Every success his company had achieved was because of the hard work I put in, step by step.

When we first got married, he would come home exhausted, complaining about how everyone at work was out to get him and how no one appreciated his talents.

Later, when he wanted to start his own business, I didn’t hesitate for a second. I handed over every penny of my savings to help him launch that company.

But it wasn’t long after the new company was up that the complaints started again.

I knew it was normal for someone as capable as Ethan to feel overwhelmed sometimes. So even while I was pregnant, I had to step in and take on the role of the company’s executive director.

From the moment I joined, Ethan checked out, daydreaming about being a boss who doesn’t have to lift a finger. He ignored both big and small issues, leaving me to handle everything like some kind of superhero. And when I wasn’t managing the company, I was managing him—coaching him on business deals, trying to keep him motivated.

But all he did was complain. He whined about being tired, got angry at me, and accused me of taking over the company, making him look like a joke.

Later, I hired a finance student to be his assistant, and he did well—until he left. But I’m grateful I hired that assistant because if he hadn’t called me today, Ethan would have run off with the company’s money and his mistress. Ethan almost took my son, too.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized how heartless Ethan really was.

Seeing that I wasn’t backing down, Ethan angrily called the company’s legal department. Not long after, Caleb, one of the company’s lawyers, showed up. He looked young, but he spoke with authority.

“Everyone, calm down,” he said, looking around. “Your actions could be considered provocation and intentional injury. If you don’t back off, I’ll start taking photos as evidence.”

He pulled out his phone, and the crowd slowly started to disperse. The mistress, terrified and playing the victim, ran into Ethan’s arms and cried. She shot me a look that could kill, her eyes full of venom, as if she wanted to attack me right then and there.

Caleb walked over, sizing me up.

I held my son close, standing tall. I wasn’t about to let them see me as weak or easy to push around. I wasn’t backing down—not when my son’s future was at stake.

“Mrs. Grace,” Caleb began, “do you have any evidence proving Mr. Bower is at fault? The saying goes, ‘catch the crime red-handed.’ You don’t have any solid proof that Mr. Bower is having an affair, so why are you demanding that he walk away with nothing? This scene you’re causing could be considered defamation and slander. We could sue you for this.”

Hearing this, the mistress stopped crying and jumped at the chance to curse at me. “That’s right! Ameilia, you shrew, I’ll sue you! Just wait!”

Caleb turned to Ethan, who quickly pulled the mistress back, realizing the situation was getting out of hand.

Caleb cleared his throat and softened his tone. “Mr. Bower is a man who values loyalty and righteousness. You and your husband have been together for years; a peaceful separation would be best. Mr. Bower is willing to agree to a divorce and divide the assets fairly. Isn’t that reasonable?”

“If you’re willing to agree, we can let bygones be bygones about what happened today. And if you want more, we can negotiate within the bounds of the law.”

“I’ve drafted a divorce agreement for you to review,” he said, handing me the papers.

I stared at the document, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. My teeth clenched so hard I thought they might crack. I didn’t have solid proof, but I knew Ethan had cheated on me. How could I just accept this?

Click.

A sudden flash interrupted us. Everyone turned to see where it came from. In the crowd, a tall figure stood out, someone who seemed oddly familiar. He was flipping through the photos on his camera, looking quite satisfied.

When he glanced up, I gasped in surprise. “Jasper?!”

He smiled, raising his camera as he walked over to me.

“Need evidence?” Jasper asked, holding up the camera. “I snapped a few photos earlier that should do the trick. Plus, there were plenty of witnesses to what almost turned into a crime scene. I’m sure there are plenty of good folks here willing to testify…”

“We’re willing!”

“I caught it all on video…”

“I got some footage too…”

“We’ll all testify!”

The crowd chimed in, their support making Ethan and Freya turn pale.

John’s expression darkened. “Sir, this is a private matter. Outsiders shouldn’t interfere…”

Jasper just raised an eyebrow and pulled out a business card from his suit pocket, handing it to me.

“Amelia, I’m Jasper, and I’m offering to be your legal representative in this divorce.”

I nodded eagerly, tears of gratitude blurring my vision.