I Was the Hidden Wife

Id just finished my postpartum confinement and finally had enough strength to go out. I took my baby to the county office to request a copy of her birth certificate.

Hi, Im here to get my daughters birth certificate. Her names Blair Evan Sinclair.

She typed for a while, then paused. Her eyes narrowed at the screen.

Maam theres already a child registered under that name. Blair Evan Sinclair is listed under Jordan Evan Sinclairs household. The childs about six years old.

I blinked at her. That cant be right. My babys only a month old. You have to be looking at the wrong file.

She shook her head slowly. Im sorry. Its the same name. Same father.

Before I could even process that, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

It was a message from Jordans assistant. Anastasia Beverly.

My chest tightened before I even opened it.

The photo loaded.

Jordan had his arm around her waist and his other arm was around a little boy, maybe five or six. They were standing outside a kindergarten. The three of them were laughing like they were the happiest family in the world.

The boys school badge was clear.

Blair Evan Sinclair.

My throat closed.

Another message popped up.

Genevieve, how does it feel being the other woman? I guess youll always live under the real wife.

The screen blurred. I wasnt even sure when my eyes filled with tears.

Other woman? Me?

What was I then? What were the past seven years?

I forced myself to breathe and looked back at the clerk. My voice didnt sound like mine.

Can you can you check Jordan Sinclairs marriage record too?

She hesitated but nodded. A few minutes later, the printer started humming.

The paper felt light when she handed it to me, but my hands were shaking like it weighed a hundred pounds.

Spouse: Anastasia Sinclair.

Marriage date: Seven years ago.

Seven years.

That was the same year hed married me.

Maam, the clerk said gently, do you still want to process your daughters paperwork?

I looked down at my baby sleeping in her carrier. Her tiny lips moved like she was dreaming.

I swallowed hard. Yes. Please register her under my name only. And I need to change her name.

I couldnt let my daughter carry a lie.

...

When I walked out of the county office, my legs felt weak, like the ground wasnt steady.

My phone buzzed again.

Jordan.

Honey, Im stuck in a meeting right now. Ill come home later and spend time with you and the baby. Dont wait up, okay? Miss you already.

Honey.

Wife.

Hed called me that every single day. Hed texted me whenever he went out, told me where he was, who he was with. Hed hug me the second he stepped through the door, like he couldnt survive a minute without me.

Was any of it real?

At some party years ago, some rich girl insulted me in front of everyone. The next day her familys company collapsed. Jordan told me softly, No one gets to disrespect my wife. Id believed him. Id thought I was protected.

Once I mentioned I liked a limited edition bag I saw online. He flew overseas overnight just to buy it and came back smiling like hed won a war. If it makes you happy, its worth it, hed said, kissing my forehead.

All that devotion. All that sweetness.

Was it guilt? Was it a performance?

I sat in the drivers seat and tried to put the key in the ignition, but my hands wouldnt stop shaking.

So while he was wrapping his arms around another woman and picking up their son from school, he was texting me that he missed me?

How many times had he left their house and come straight to mine?

The thing that used to move me the most was that hospital mistake.

The nurse had mixed up the reports and told me I had bone cancer. Late stage. I still remembered the way the room spun when I heard it.

Before I could even react, Jordan grabbed the doctors coat with both hands. His eyes were red in seconds.

What do you mean bone cancer? Do something! he shouted. Find the best specialist, the best hospital, I dont care how much it costs. If she needs my bone marrow, take it. Take everything. If she dies, Im not living either. Do you hear me?

He was shaking. Actually shaking.

When they finally came back and said it was a mistake, that the report wasnt mine, he slid down the wall in the hallway and squatted there like a lost kid. His shoulders were trembling.

He pulled me into his arms and kept saying, Thank God, Gen! Thank God youre okay. I thought I was going to lose you. I cant lose you.

Id believed that. How could I not?

Everyone used to warn me. As his business got bigger, more women would circle him. Theyd say powerful men never stayed clean.

But he treated me like I was the only woman in the world. I couldnt even force myself to doubt him.

So why Anastasia?

Of all people, why her?

He used to despise her.

Back when she worked as a nanny for the Sinclair family, she once showed up in this low cut dress to bring him coffee. I still remembered the sound of the glass shattering against the wall.

Dont play these cheap tricks with me! hed snapped at her. You think I dont see what youre doing? Dont come back tomorrow.

He turned around and pulled me into his arms right in front of her. His voice dropped, low and intense.

Wife, youre the only one in my heart. Anyone who tries to get close to me like that, Ill throw them out. I wont let anyone disrespect you.

Anastasia had knelt on the floor crying, begging him not to fire her. He didnt even look at her.

I only love my wife, he'd said coldly. I cant stand dirt in my sight. Dont ever show your face to me again.

Shed packed up and left that same day.

And then months later, when she suddenly appeared as his personal assistant at the company, Id questioned him.

He held my face and sighed like he was the reasonable one.

Genn, after she lost her job, her family tried to marry her off to some old widower. Shes been threatening suicide every day. Im worried shell start spreading rumors about us. Its safer to keep her where I can see her. Im doing this to protect you.

To protect me.

And I believed him.

Six years. Theyd been together for six years. They even had a six year old son.

Right under my nose.

I bit down hard and forced the tears back. Crying wasnt going to change anything. I contacted a private investigator.

Thirty minutes later, he sent me a video with the live location.

I drove there without thinking.

Jordan wasnt at the company. Hed just come out of Blairs kindergarten after a parent teacher meeting.

He was holding Anastasias hand. Carrying the little boy in his other arm. The three of them crossed the street together, laughing.

The smile on his face looked so soft and real. Softer than any smile hed ever given me in our family photos.

Why did that hurt more than the marriage certificate?

I pressed the gas and followed them all the way to a villa area on the outskirts of the city.

Jordan got out first and opened the trunk. He pulled out a huge box of toys.

The boy screamed happily and ran off with it.

Anastasia leaned into him, her voice playful. You spoil him way too much. One day hes going to walk all over you.

Jordan chuckled and brushed her hair back. If I dont spoil my son, who will? Of course Im proud.

He leaned down and kissed her. Not quick. Not distant. A real kiss.

She looked up at him, Baby, thank you for arranging the best private primary school for Evan. You didnt have to do so much. When I found out I was pregnant back then, I didnt even plan to tell you. I never wanted to cause trouble for you and Genevieve. Just seeing you from far away was enough for me.

What are you saying? Jordan pinched her cheek gently. Dont think like that. She wont find out. And even if she does, what can she do?

He smiled at her like she was the only one who mattered.

Youre my wife on paper. You and our son deserve everything. Its only right that I take care of you.

My wife on paper.

So what was I?

The public decoration? The woman he cried for in hospital hallways? The one he swore he couldnt live without?

Anastasia started laughing while she was still crying, like she couldnt believe how lucky she was. Jordan leaned close to her ear and whispered.

Since were legally husband and wife, he murmured, dont you think we should actually act like it? Weve been too restrained.

She hit his chest lightly. Youre shameless.

He just laughed, scooped her up and carried her straight into the villa.

I was still sitting in my car.

It felt like something blunt was sawing through my chest. Not sharp enough to kill me quickly. Just slow and painful.

...

I drove home without remembering how I got there.

That night, when Jordan pushed the door open, he did what he always did. He spread his arms wide, that soft smile already on his face.

Wife, he said warmly, walking toward me, did you wait long? You must be exhausted taking care of the baby all day. Come here, let me hug you.

I stepped aside before he could touch me.

He paused for half a second, then smiled like nothing happened.

I went to the county office today, I said quietly. About registering our daughter.

His expression changed fast, but he covered it up just as fast.

Oh, that? He waved it off. Ill handle it another day. Dont stress about that stuff.

I can do it, I replied. Its not that complicated.

His tone hardened for a split second. I said Ill take care of it!

Then he saw my face and softened immediately. He reached for my hand.

Genn, dont misunderstand. The paperwork is messy these days. You just finished postpartum confinement. You shouldnt be running around. Stay home and rest. Leave everything to me, okay? I dont want you tired.

So considerate. So caring.

I lowered my eyes and nodded.

I didnt tell him that our daughter had already been registered under my name. I didnt tell him Id changed her last name.

And I definitely didnt tell him that on my way home, Id made another call.

To the one man Jordan hated the most.

Id held my phone tightly and said, very calmly, Im still legally single. If youre still willing marry me in seven days.

There was a long silence on the other end before he answered yes.

Back in the living room, Jordan let out a small sigh and leaned against me like he was the one whod been wronged.

Its been weeks since you finished your confinement, he said softly. We havent had time for ourselves. Tonight maybe we could

My stomach twisted.

Before I could respond, my phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and something flickered in his eyes. Guilt? Panic?

He turned his back to me to answer.

After he hung up, his voice was rushed. Honey, theres an emergency at the company. I have to go now. Im sorry. Ill make it up to you, okay?

He kissed my forehead quickly and grabbed his coat.

I followed him in my own car.

His car didnt head toward the company.

It stopped in front of that same secluded villa.

A few minutes later, Anastasia walked out. She swayed her hips like she knew shed won. She slid into the passenger seat.

Then the car started rocking.

I stared at it, numb.

With shaking hands, I opened the listening app on my phone. Id installed it months ago because I was worried about his safety during business events. I wanted to make sure no one plotted against him.

How ironic.

Now it was helping me hear my husband cheat.

Her voice came first, soft and fake sweet. Good thing I told you I had a stomachache. If I didnt lie, youd have stayed home pretending to be the perfect husband tonight.

He laughed breathlessly. You should rest more. Dont overthink. Genn doesnt suspect anything.

There was a pause, then he added, almost casually, After she gave birth, her body changed so much. Her stomachs covered in stretch marks. I cant even look at it without feeling turned off.

I stopped breathing.

That body had carried his child.

Anastasia gasped softly. Then dont go back tonight. Stay with me. Let her sleep alone for once.

He didnt answer with words. The sounds that followed were enough.

A few minutes later, the car door opened. He lifted her again and carried her inside like she was something precious.

The next morning, I was lying there, pretending to wake up when Jordan came in. His hair was damp like hed just stepped out of the shower.

Genn, come on, get up. Ive got something planned for you today, he said, Theres a fair with some antiques you used to like. I thought youd enjoy it.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, the same gentle gesture Id believed was love. I hesitated, staring at him, and then got up.

...

At the fair, Anastasia appeared, dripping in red from head to toe, that ridiculous slit in her dress making everyone stare.

Mr. Sinclair, your coat.

Jordan froze, then turned to her like shed just thrown dirt on him. What are you doing here? I didnt invite you, and you know better than this.

She tilted her head at me, trying to look wronged. But someone has to make sure youre comfortable, right?

People around us started whispering immediately. Everyone knew he doted on me. Our wedding had been grand, a spectacle the city still talked about.

Jordans grip on my waist tightened, and his eyes went cold. Anastasia, enough. This is not your place. Go back to the office.

She hesitated, biting her lip, then ran off, sniffing and wiping her eyes.

Jordan turned back to me, trying to act calm. He kissed my forehead again and helped me sit. But I could feel the tremor in his hands, the tension in his body. He kept glancing at the display cases, his feet shifting nervously under the table.

Ill step out for a bit. Just pick whatever you like.

The people around us whispered, envious. Look at him doting on his wife. How sweet.

Do you think she even knows what shes looking at? Born into the Fitzwilliam family. Must feel untouchable.

I ignored them, my stomach twisting. I followed him as he left, and my heart sank when I reached the womens restroom.

I shouldnt have, but I heard them.

Why did you even come here dressed like that? Three times this morning wasnt enough? Jordans voice was low, rough, panting almost.

You started it, Anastasia said, whining but flirty. Why didnt you think of that when you threw me out of the house?

I wanted to disappear.

He muttered, almost lazily, Relax, shes just my wife on paper. Everyone here does this for the Fitzwilliam name, not me. You know that.

I am your legal wife! she whispered, her voice shaking. When will I ever get to be with you openly?

Jordans voice hardened. Stop talking nonsense. We agreed to keep this quiet. Dont push it.

Then, his voice softened again, Here, the gem I got? Its yours. Consider it a small apology.

I want a real wedding too, she murmured, something bigger than hers. Something everyone can see.

Then there was that sound Ill never forget. I staggered out of the fair, pressing against the wall, retching, heart twisting.

So thats him. The man who gave me a grand wedding, a title, public displays of affection, all while keeping his real love for her and their child.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. Six more days. Just six more days and its over.

I called my assistant, voice steady but hard as steel. Check all my shares and projects in Sinclair Group. Prepare the transfer papers immediately.

Her next words froze me.

Miss Genevieve the Cancer Research Project you handled? It was transferred to Miss Anastasia last month.

The Cancer Research Project had been my fathers pride and joy. Hed devoted his life to helping people, and this project was meant to develop new treatments that could actually save lives.

Id worked through my pregnancy, keeping the project going for months. It was only right before giving birth, when everything was finally starting to fall into place, that I allowed myself to breathe a little.

When I got to the company, my assistant was sweating like shed run a marathon.

Miss Genevieve, Mr. Sinclair has handed everything over to Miss Anastasia. Big, small we dont even know whats happening inside.

I said quietly, steady as I could, Its fine. Take me to the presidents office. I know the password to Jordans computer.

Before I could move, Anastasia appeared, blocking the hallway.

Miss Genevieve, wait, her chest puffed out, lips swollen and red. I could see hickeys on her neck. She looked untouchable.

You cant go in without the presidents say-so, she added, her tone dripping with fake authority.

Move. This is my project. Ive overseen it from the start, and I have the right to check it myself.

She narrowed her eyes and hissed, You let this slide during your pregnancy, and now you want to swoop in and claim it?!

I stared at her, my jaw tight. You think you can steal months of work? You think it just falls into your lap? Theres no free lunch.

She couldnt stop me. She couldnt. In her frustration, she started blurting everything she felt, like a child lashing out.

Just then, Jordan arrived, looking flustered. Genn why are you here already? You didnt wait for me.

I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Busy playing house with her, werent you? How could you even care about me right now?

I handed him a stack of documents. Look at this, Jordan. Every original sample, every imported material for the treatments its been swapped for cheap junk. Who changed the suppliers and pocketed the difference?

He glanced at the papers and frowned, clearly realizing something was off.

Anastasias face was drained of color. I its nothing to do with President Sinclair. I just I wanted extra money for my son. I didnt think it would go this far. Im sorry, Miss Genevieve

Sorry? Sorry doesnt cut it. Youre committing fraud. Im calling the authorities.

Before I could even finish, a small figure barreled into me, throwing me off balance.

Mom! Dont let her hurt you! Dad, make him pay!

I froze.

Blair Evan Sinclair.

The hit wasnt hard, but Id just given birth a month ago. My body was still weak. When that little body slammed into me, pain shot through my stomach and I couldnt stop the groan that escaped my throat. My vision blurred for a second.

The whole office went quiet.

Jordan rushed over like some heroic husband. Genn, hey, look at me. Are you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere? Tell me.

His hands hovered near my shoulders but didnt really touch me.

Anastasia quickly pulled Blair behind her, wrapping her arms around him like she was shielding him from danger.

Evan, thats not polite, she said gently, but there was no real anger in her voice. You cant push people like that. Say sorry to Auntie.

Auntie? Me? Wow.

Then she looked at me with those watery eyes. Miss Genevieve, please don't be upset. Dont take it out on a child. Hes just protective of his mom.

Protective.

Before I could even respond, Jordan spoke first. Genn, dont be harsh on him. Hes just a kid. He doesnt understand adult matters.

He turned to Anastasia. Take Evan downstairs. Ill talk to Genevieve. He didnt mean anything by it.

Didnt mean anything?

I looked straight into Jordans eyes. Explain what, exactly? I asked slowly. Explain why he called me a bad woman? Or explain why he called you Dad?

The air turned heavy.

For a second, Jordans face stiffened. Then he forced a smile. Youre overthinking. Kids call anyone theyre close to Dad sometimes. It doesnt mean anything.

Really?

I couldnt stand there and watch them act anymore. I turned and walked out.

Jordan chased after me. Genevieve, why are you making this a big deal? Hes six! Youre arguing with a six year old now?

I stopped walking.

Six years old and already that vicious. Who taught him that? Who let him think I was the enemy? Was that not their responsibility?

I clenched my fists. Kids dont come up with that kind of hatred on their own. They learn it.

His expression shifted instantly. He frowned like Id offended him. What are you implying? That hes mine? Genevieve, thats ridiculous! I only have one child. Our daughter.

He said it so smoothly. So naturally.

Even now, he was lying.

I let out a laugh that didnt sound like mine. Then whats our daughters name?

He froze.

You havent even named her yet, have you?

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

I remembered the name hed once written in his memo. Id seen it by accident months ago. Hed written, I hope my child grows up proud and unbreakable. The name attached to that wish had been meant for our baby.

And now that name belonged to Anastasias son.

I looked at him steadily. Her name is Jennifer.

He swallowed. His eyes flickered with something I couldnt read, then he softened again, slipping back into that gentle tone.

Jennifer, he repeated with a small smile. Thats beautiful. Bright and warm. Just like you. Shell always light up your life.

He reached out like he wanted to touch my hair.

I stepped back slightly.

Ive got a business trip for a few days, he continued, like nothing had happened. When I get back, well talk properly. Ill make things clearer for you.

Of course, I cut in. Works important.

I didnt wait for him to finish. I walked away.

When I got home, I fed Jennifer and rocked her to sleep. She made soft little noises and her eyelashes cast tiny shadows on her cheeks under the lamp.

My phone buzzed.

Anastasia had posted on her Insta.

Three hands stacked together. Jordans hand. Her hand. And Blairs chubby little hand holding a set of car keys.

The caption said something about rewarding their little hero.

A five million dollar car, given like a toy.

Last week Id reminded Jordan three times to buy imported diapers for his daughter. Hed said he was busy and forgot.

I stared at the screen and suddenly laughed. It sounded sharp and empty.

I saved the screenshot into my evidence folder.

Jennifer shifted in my arms, smacking her lips in her sleep.

I lowered my head and kissed her soft cheek.

Baby, Mommy will protect you. No matter what.

The next day, after checking all my resources and shares, I booked a flight to Newyork three days later.

Jordan had been texting me nonstop for the past few days, probably trying to keep up his perfect husband image.

Honey, the client today was impossible, but I managed to get them on board.

Honey, youve been working so hard. The pastries in downtown are amazing. Ill take you there next time.

I scrolled through the messages, laughing bitterly to myself. Did he think I didnt know? Every bonus he quietly funneled into Anastasias account had been recorded in my emails. Every cent. And while he was pretending to be the devoted husband, she was posting pictures of herself with stacks of money tucked into her underwear and fresh hickeys all over her body.

I couldnt help but laugh, a little broken, at how blind I had been. Once upon a time, Jordan had loved me like that. We were childhood sweethearts, everyone envied us. Hed promised under that old banyan tree hed marry no one but me. In college, hed chased away every girl who even looked at me, acting like a wolf protecting his territory. He stayed at my bedside for three nights straight when I had my appendix surgery, never sleeping. The first paycheck he earned went straight into my account, with a note that said To my little princess.

But none of that mattered anymore.

A sudden cry cut through my thoughts. The nursery.

Oh my God, Miss Genevieve! The baby had cut on her thigh and the bleeding it wont stop! The nannys hands were shaking, smeared with blood.

My chest dropped. I ran in and grabbed Jennifer. Her tiny cries were fading, but the blood on her leg wouldnt stop. My arms felt weak but I carried her as fast as I could to the hospital.

The doctor looked at the tests and said, She had a rare neonatal disorder! Her hemoglobin is dangerously low. She needs a blood transfusion immediately.

My lips trembled. Do whatever you can. Give her the IV. Ill do anything Im her mother

Parents cant give blood directly, the doctor said calmly, almost detached. And shes Rh-negative. We need to check the blood bank first.

Then give her a clotting agent. Now! I yelled, panic clawing through me.

Even after the clotting agent, the blood kept coming. I held her pale little body, tears sliding down my face like theyd never end.

Minutes later, a nurse ran in, sympathy written all over her face. Miss Genevieve the Rh-negative blood its all been used up.

What? You just said there was some in reserve! My voice cracked.

The nurse looked down and whispered, This is a private hospital. Mr. Sinclairs son needed it urgently. The director moved all the rare blood to the VIP ward.

Everything inside me froze. Thunderbolt. My chest felt like it had been ripped open.

I was about to call Jordan, to scream at him, when my phone lit up. Anastasia had posted a new Insta story.

Little rascal scraped his knee? Lucky for you, Dad can get the rarest blood in the whole city in no time.

I felt like my head was about to explode. I handed Jennifer to the nurse and ran. Up the stairs, up the corridors, my heart hammering.

I kicked open the door to the VIP ward.

Anastasia was there, smiling, playing some game with Evan who was sitting comfortably in the hospital bed. The scrape on his knee looked so minor a band-aid wasnt even needed.

I froze. My chest burned like ice and fire at the same time. That scene, that happy little mother and her child, stabbed straight into my heart.

I could feel the hatred boiling up, overwhelming me, almost taking over. I couldnt hold it in.

Give my daughter the blood! I screamed.

Her face was full of that smug, triumphant look she always got when she thought shed won.

Why are you making such a fuss? she said, voice sharp. My son scraped his knee, thats all.

I couldnt stop my voice from shaking. Its not just a scrape. My daughter she has a rare neonatal condition. If we wait any longer, she could die!

The doctor outside heard the shouting and stepped in cautiously. Whats going on here? If theres enough blood, could some of it go to this child?

I looked at him like I was clinging to a lifeline. Please my daughter needs Rh-negative blood immediately! If its delayed even a little she wont survive.

Anastasia rolled her eyes and scoffed. Oh please, Doctor. You know who my husband is. Hes the biggest shareholder in this hospital. Did you forget that? Every drop of Rh-negative blood is reserved for our son. You want to lose your job?

I felt like someone had punched me in the chest. Everything inside me shattered.

I lunged at the IV stand and grabbed the bag of blood. You stole my daughters life! How could you do this?

Anastasia screamed, stamping her foot. Security! Grab her! This crazy woman is trying to steal my sons blood!

Two guards rushed over and pinned my arms. My rage flared, hot and wild, and I could feel every heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Anastasia snatched the bag back like shed won a trophy and held it up. See this? She tried to take my sons blood. Drag her out now!

They pulled me away, my chest heaving, fury and despair mixing into something I could barely breathe.

One of them yelled, The hospital has enough blood, shes just making a scene!

I wanted to scream, to burn this place down with my voice. I dont care! My daughter is dying, and she has the right to live!

The hospital director walked in at the commotion and frowned. Wait, whos Mrs. Sinclair here?

Anastasia waved her phone in his face, showing the electronic marriage certificate. Look carefully. I am the one President Sinclair married officially. Our Evan is his son. This womans child? A mistake. Nothing but a bastard, not even recognized.

Her words were like knives in my chest. I looked at Nuanxings pale little face in my arms and my knees gave out. I fell to the floor right in front of Anastasia.

Please please, save my daughter! I begged, my voice cracking, tears streaming down my face.

The chatter in the hall went silent. Every eye was on us.

Anastasia didnt even blink. She picked up Jordans number and dialed. The moment he answered, her voice was sweet and aggrieved. Baby, come back! Hurry. Genevieve is trying to steal Evans blood. She wants to hurt us. Shes trying to kill our son and me!

I ripped free from the guards and grabbed the phone. My voice shook, but I forced it to stay strong. Jordan! Jennifer is cut! Shes severely anemic from a rare condition. She needs a transfusion right now! Tell the hospital to give her the blood, or she will die!

There was a long silence on the line, and then Jordans voice came through, impatient and clipped.

Genn, the bloods already been set aside for Evan. He needs it now, so dont cause a scene and slow things down.

I felt my chest tighten, my voice breaking. How much blood does a one-month-old even need?! Your fucking son just scraped his knee, and my daughter is lying in the emergency room, bleeding! She needs it now!

There was more static on the line before Jordan spoke again, his voice cold, almost suspicious. A newborn baby with a rare condition? Are you exaggerating this, Genn? Are you even being honest about your own daughter?

Jordan! My voice cracked, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. She is your daughter! Your own flesh and blood! Cant you even understand that?

I could hear the dean whispering near him, all obsequious, like he was afraid to anger the big man. Mr. Sinclair, what should we do about this woman? She seems unstable. She insists shes your wife

Jordan was silent for a beat, and when he spoke again, it was icy and distant. My wife is Anastasia. Shes the one taking care of our son, Evan. I dont have a daughter.

Relief seemed to wash over the room. People looked at me like Id gone mad.

Anastasia grinned like shed won. She slammed the bag of Rh-negative blood onto the floor in front of me. Does your child even deserve this? she hissed. Her heel ground the blood into the floor. Id rather see it wasted than see it given to you.

I felt my chest collapse, like someone had crushed it with a stone, and even breathing felt impossible.

The ward door banged shut behind me, cutting me off from everything. I stumbled back to Jennifer Hospitals ward, cradled my daughters tiny cold body, and tears ran over her face like a broken string of pearls. My arms felt so empty, so useless.

Then my phone lit up. Anastasia had posted again on Insta story. She was holding Evan, smiling bright, and in the picture was the transfer Jordan had just made, 500,000 dollars, with a note: Take care of our son.

My stomach dropped, and a chill ran straight through me. The warmth in my arms was fading, and I felt completely powerless. How could he pretend to love me all these years, then let her do this?

And just when despair was about to swallow me whole, I heard a clear, calm male voice from the doorway.

I have Rh-negative blood. I can donate it to your daughter.

...

Thanks to that stranger who donated 400cc of blood, my daughter was alive. My little girl was finally safe. How messed up is that? Her own father hoarded every drop of Rh-negative blood in the hospital, refusing to give her a single vial, and some stranger just shows up, quietly saves her life, and vanishes without even leaving a name.

Her tiny face slowly got color back, and her little mouth instinctively searched for milk. The nanny leaned closer, Miss Genevieve, something isnt right. Ive always watched her closely. Nothing sharp ever got near her crib.

I froze. But the doctor said her wound came from a razor blade she was lying in her crib the whole time.

My stomach dropped. The moment I got home, I checked the crib. Hidden in the folds of the velvet sheets were several razor blades, still stained with my daughters blood.

My mind went blank. I had asked Jordan to buy that crib during my postpartum period. Did he even know what Anastasia had done? Of course he didnt care about anything like that. He just told his assistant, Buy the most expensive one. And this crib it was probably through Anastasias connections. She had planted those blades.

A chill ran down my spine. Does Jordan even realize that Anastasia tried to kill our daughter? And if he did know, would he do anything to protect her? Or would he just keep pretending to be the perfect husband while letting her die? I didnt have an answer.

I curled up on the sofa, holding Jennifer close, letting her little body warm mine, and whispered through my tears, Baby, dont be scared. Mommy will never let anyone hurt you again.

At least in two days wed be gone from all of this, starting fresh somewhere new.

...

When Jordan came home from his trip, he stormed in immediately, his voice fake and sharp. Genn, youve been acting completely out of line lately!

I looked up at him, gripping Jennifer tighter.

You went to the hospital, made a scene, and completely ignored how Id feel, he continued, his tone almost sweet, but I knew it was all fake. Did you even think about me?

I felt a shiver run through me.

He glanced down at my sleeping daughter, his fake concern showing, but I could see right through it. You used our daughter to stir up trouble, Genn. Thats really disappointing.

I shook my head, Jordan, its over. Between us, its done.

His hand shot out and gripped my arm. Over? What do you mean its over? Weve known each other since we were kids! Weve been together for over ten years. You cant just throw that away!

I felt like someone had just jabbed a needle into my chest. Didnt you just say on the phone that Anastasia is your wife and Blair Evan is your son? So why act pathetic now?

Jordan didnt meet my eyes. He turned his face away, looking guilty, Genevieve, that was an emergency. The staff at that private hospital all know Mrs. Sinclair. If they hear the truth, they might refuse to give Evan his blood. I had no choice.

No choice? My chest tightened and my tears burned my eyes. I wanted to tell him that we werent just a name on paper, that the whole thing was fake, but the words stuck in my throat.

Then he squinted at me, his voice too calm, too smooth, So youre jealous of Anastasia, right? You think I care about her more than you? Youre letting your feelings for me make you use your daughter to compete?

My jaw dropped. Thats insane! You think Id ever

Come on, Genn. Just because she had a son and you had a daughter, you deliberately try to cause trouble? Admit it. He didnt even give me a chance to speak.

Then his phone rang, and he glanced at it. Stay home, reflect on your behavior. Dont even go to the company today. And he was gone, leaving me shaking and furious.

My chest burned and my hands trembled. The fake marriage certificate I had with him meant I couldnt even touch Anastasia legally. Not a single thing in this house was safe from her. Not a single thing that belonged to me.

I counted my shares again, thinking about transferring them quietly to protect what was mine, to make sure Anastasia didnt get even a fraction. But before I could even move, my phone rang.

Miss Genevieve! You need to come back immediately.

What is it? I asked, my heart hammering.

The woman claiming to be Mr. Sinclairs assistant she just barged in with a child. She says Mr. Sinclair personally told her to come in. We couldnt stop her.

Anastasia. My fingers went white around the phone. I didnt even think. I drove home like my life depended on it.

The nanny was pacing when I got there. Her voice trembled as soon as she saw me. Miss, I couldnt stop them at all Mr. Sinclair personally called and told them to come in.

I pushed past her and froze for a second. Blair Evan was lying on the floor, rolling colorful marbles everywhere. He spotted me and screamed, Mommy, look! That wicked woman who stole my blood is back!

Anastasia was in front of Jennifers crib, fingers hovering near her cheek, smiling like she had done nothing wrong.

I ran at her and shoved her hard. She stumbled back a little but didnt even look mad. She just smiled, all smug and cold.

Genevieve, let me make this very clear to you, she said slowly, Jordan and I are legally married. Youre just a mistress who cant be seen in public. This house? Its ours. I can kick you out whenever I want.

I felt every word like a knife in my chest. I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached, my fingers clutching the edge of the crib until they went white. I didnt even want that kind of trash Jordan a long time ago. Im done with him. But before I leave, get out of here. Or Ill call the media and expose everything youve done.

Anastasia screeched, her face red and veins popping, Who do you think you are? You dont get to talk to me like that! The laws on my side, not yours! You should be leaving, not me, you crazy woman!

I lifted my chin and stared at her coolly, my voice dripping with sarcasm, The law? Even if I walked away, Ive got the Sinclair and Fitzwilliam family backing me up. And you? A nanny who seduces her boss and hides behind a piece of paper calling yourself his wife. You think that marriage certificate makes you anything? Jordan wouldnt dare show you off in public, would he? You two are just hiding in the shadows, like cowards.

Shut up! Anastasias eyes were wild, burning with hatred. She swung her hand and slapped me across the face hard.

The smack echoed, and my cheek stung, but I didnt flinch. I hit her back harder, letting her feel every ounce of my rage. The cameras in the living room would show the truth anyway.

Then I froze. A tiny, whimpering sound came from the crib. My heart stopped. I whipped around, eyes wide, and saw what Blair Evan had just shoved into Jennifers mouth.

A glass marble.

Jennifer! I screamed, rushing over like a lunatic. I grabbed her into my arms, patting her back, my fingers shaking. Spit it out now, baby! Mommys here, its okay!

Jordan stormed in like a hurricane, his face dark. What are you doing to our daughter?

Anastasia flew to his side, her voice all fake sweetness and panic. Baby, youre back! Dont worry, Evan just wanted to play with her using the marbles. He didnt mean anything, Genevieve, calm down.

Calm down? My voice cracked as I tried to pry Jennifers mouth open. Baby, its okay, its okay now Mommys here, youre safe

Jordan snatched Jennifer out of my arms. Are you insane? Youll hurt her if you keep this up!

Snap.

I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. You think you get to play judge now? Look at what your little bastard did to my daughter!

Jennifer vomited violently at the sound, and a marble rolled across the carpet with a heavy thud. She cried out, her tiny face bright red, and my own chest ached watching her.

Did you see that?! I pointed at the marbles, my eyes red and burning. That little bastard shoved marbles into your newborn daughters mouth! Are you blind or just another useless bastard like your father?!

I snatched Jennifer back into my arms, holding her tight, my gaze like daggers aimed at Anastasia and that little monster she calls her son.

Jordan finally stiffened, pulling Blair Evan over. Evan, apologize to your auntie and your sister right now.

The boy just cried harder, kicking his legs. My dads mean! Evan doesnt want her dad anymore! Waaaaah!

The crying from both kids mixed together and stabbed through my ears like knives.

Jordan turned to me, his face cold again. Children dont know their own strength. Youre being way too serious, Genevieve. Youre an adult. How are you going to teach your daughter to grow up right if you cant even act mature?

My heart shattered at his words. I shoved him as hard as I could, slapping his face with all my anger. Get out of here, Jordan! Take your fake wife and your little monster and get the hell out of my house!

Why do you always have to hit people? Why cant you ever act like a normal human?

Anastasia lifted her hand, clearly ready to strike back, but Jordan grabbed her wrist like it was nothing.

Stop it. His voice was low, but sharp, and he shook her hand off like she was a bothersome fly. Then he turned to me, his eyes full of fake disappointment. Genn, whats gotten into you?

I wanted to spit at him. What do you mean whats gotten into me? Youve been pretending to love me while letting her use our daughter as a pawn. How am I supposed to act?

Lets step outside. She needs to calm down. He scooped Evan up like a trophy and shoved Anastasia out of the room.

...

The moment the door clicked shut, all my tension cracked at once. I slid down the wall and collapsed onto the floor, my body trembling, tears pouring down my face, salty and bitter at the same time.

My phone beeped. The equity transfer went through. My heart clenched, then clenched again with a strange mix of relief and rage. Tomorrow, we could finally leave this nightmare behind.

I checked on Jennifer in my arms, gently rocking her, trying to steady both of us. I had to be strong. I had to protect her. I whispered, Well be free soon, baby. Mommy wont let anything hurt us anymore.

I got the nanny settled for the night, cleared out all the traces of our life there, and climbed into the pre-booked taxi as dawn cracked the sky.

Driver, head to the airport.

Got it!

I dialed the contact waiting for us. Sorry for the delay, were on our way.

A soft, gentle voice answered, like warm sunlight through frost. No rush. Drive safe.

For a moment, hope flickered in my chest, but then a sharp chemical smell hit me. My stomach dropped.

I looked in the rearview mirror. The drivers eyes were dark, cold, slicing through me like knives. My daughters tiny body was in my arms, and I gripped her tighter, murmuring over and over, Ive got you, baby. Ive got you.

When I opened my eyes again, we were stopped outside some abandoned factory. Overgrown weeds and cracked concrete stretched as far as I could see. Jordan stood there, phone in hand, Jennifer bundled in his suit jacket, her little face scrunched up.

The people are here. Proceed with the plan, he said into the phone. He hung up and turned toward me, his eyebrows knitting, his voice smooth, almost mocking. Youre awake? Perfect. Saves me the trouble of explaining everything again.

My wrists burned from the ropes, red welts digging into my skin. I tried to pull myself up. Jordan, what the hell do you want?! Let my daughter go right now!

He tilted his head slightly, calm as ice. Evan has been kidnapped.

I froze. What? What do you mean?

They wanted my own son, he said, still avoiding my gaze. They got the wrong child, so they took Evan. They only want to see him, not Jennifer.

I shook my head, my voice rising, trembling with disbelief and fury. So youre going to trade her for him? Shes only a month old! She has severe anemia from a rare condition! Even a mosquito bite could kill her! Are you insane?!

Jordans expression didnt change. This is the only way. They said theyd only release Evan if they saw him in person. Hes six now, and this will mess him up forever if it drags on.

I lunged for my daughter, but he dodged easily, holding her away from me like she was some fragile trophy.

Shes still too young to understand, Genn. Nothing like this will leave a mark on her, he said, his tone disturbingly calm, like my terror didnt even exist.

Anastasia came running over, her hair messy and her makeup smudged, eyes wild with panic. "Baby! The kidnappers called again! They said if they dont see the boy soon, theyll theyll kill him!"

She froze when she saw me on the floor, then, like some crazy act of desperation, she dropped to her knees and started kowtowing, pounding her forehead on the ground over and over.

"Genevieve, please! Just this once! Let Jennifer help us get Evan back! Ill do anything you want, anything at all!"

I kicked her hard, my hands shaking. "Get out of my way! You let this happen because you didnt watch your kid! Why the hell should my daughters life be used to pay for your mess?"

Jordan squatted down next to me, his voice suddenly soft, almost sweet. "Genn, please. Evans innocent. Once hes back, I swear Ill fix everything for Jennifer too. We can go back to how things were. We can be a family again, okay?"

I laughed bitterly, tears stinging my eyes. "The same as before? Trade my babys life for your illegitimate son, then go live happily ever after with you, the executioner? Jordan, what the hell do you think I am?"

From inside the warehouse came Evan's terrified cries. "Daddy! Im scared!"

Jordans face went dark. He scooped Jennifer up and started toward the warehouse.

I lunged forward, my bound hands digging into his leg. "Jordan! You touch our daughter and see what happens! Go yourself if you care about him so much! Arent you her father too?! Go and take his place!"

He shoved me away like I was nothing. "Stop it! Evans a boy, the only heir of the Sinclair family! Nothing can happen to him!"

"Isnt Jennifer your daughter too?!" My fingernails clawed at his trousers. "Shes your flesh and blood! How can you be so heartless?"

He froze, turned, his eyes flicking over my red, tear-streaked face, and said, "I sorry."

Then suddenly, a sharp sting hit my neck.

"Just a little anesthetic. When you wake up, your daughter will be safe."

And just like that, he turned and walked toward the warehouse, holding her like a prize.

I woke up coughing, the sharp smell of disinfectant burning my lungs. The white ceiling made my head spin, and I heard Jordans voice beside me, all warm and smooth. "Youre awake? How do you feel?"

"Jennifer!" I scrambled up, ignoring the sting from the IV, trying to pull the covers off and get out of bed.

Jordan grabbed my arms, holding me down. "Dont worry, the babys fine. Anastasias watching him in the next room."

I shoved him hard. "Get out!"

His face darkened, the fake patience slipping. "Genn, I know youre angry, but Evan was kidnapped. I didnt have any other choice."

I laughed bitterly, tears starting to sting my eyes. "So your choice was to use my daughter to save your own ass?"

I grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it on the floor. Shards flew at his feet. "Jordan, get out! I never want to see you again!"

He sighed, his voice like honey covering poison. "Do you really have to be like this? Ever since you had the baby, youve been unpredictable. Fine. Ill leave. Call me when youve cooled down."

The door slammed behind him, and silence swallowed the room.

Before I could even breathe, Anastasia barged in, grinning and holding some agreement in her hand. "Your daughters in the nursery. Sign this and never show your face to Jordan again, and Ill let you take her."

I stared at the clause that said wed never see each other, tracing the words with my fingertips. My chest tightened. "You set up your sons kidnapping yourself, didnt you?"

She raised an eyebrow like it was nothing. "Youre smart. I just want you to see that in his heart, Evan and I are the real family. He saved Evan, and all he cares about is us, mother and son. You cant win."

I didnt answer. I flipped to the last page and signed.

...

When the nurse brought Jennifer back, I hugged her tiny body, curling her close to me, and finally let the tears fall. This little girl was my whole world.

Anastasia let out a sigh, like she was revealing some kind of truth. "You know, I used to think he loved you too. Our first time was a mistake and he avoided me for months until he found out I was pregnant. Then he finally came around."

I clenched my jaw, listening, feeling like I was being stabbed all over again.

"But men change. He may have loved you before, but now he loves me. I gave birth to a son, and your daughter will never compete with him. Honestly, youre lucky you were born into a good family. If it were the other way around, youd be no better than me."

I barely moved my lips, too tired to argue. My throat burned, my chest ached, and even saying one more word felt impossible.

I went to the company one last time to check the production records for the cancer treatment project. Anastasia had hidden everythingswitching to cheap suppliers and pocketing the differenceinto some encrypted file. I held Jennifer a little tighter. Karma has eyes. Those secrets were ticking time bombs, and I wondered if Jordan would still be able to cover for his greedy little wife when it all blew up.

I sent a message to Jordans biggest enemy. "Sorry I took so long. I said Id marry you, and I never go back on my word."

The reply came almost immediately. "Genevieve, Ive waited twelve years for this day. It doesnt matter how long it takes, its worth it."

I nodded to myself, swallowing the lump in my throat, and then peeked at Anastasias Insta Story. There was Evan in a birthday hat, Jordan and Anastasia smooching his cheeks. The caption read Our little birthday boy is seven today. Mom and Dad will always love you.

I gritted my teeth and muttered under my breath, "Birthday gift from him, huh? For her."

Then my phone buzzed again. It was Jordan. "Gen, I have urgent business at the company. Ill be home later. When I get back, Ill register your daughters household and find the best doctor to treat her illness. Ill always love you."

I laughed bitterly. "Always love me? You couldnt even love your own daughter when she needed you!"

Jennifer stirred in my arms, and I brushed her hair back from her face. "Mommys here, baby. Dont worry."

I scrolled through Anastasias pictures again.

My phone buzzed, another message from Jordan. "Gen, dont be upset. You know I only ever wanted whats best for you. Ill fix this, I promise. Everything will be fine when I get home."

I stared at the screen and laughed until it hurt. "Fine? Everything will be fine? You mean for him and that little monster. Not us. Not me."

I blocked every way they could reach me: Jordan, Anastasia, anyone and tossed my phone aside .

The plane broke through the clouds then I shut my eyes.