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“Dad went to pick up that woman,” a young voice piped up beside her. It was Robert, having just checked something on a nearby flight information screen. “I just looked it up. She’s Isabella Williams, a famous international pianist! They’ve known each other for years. Everyone says she’s his precious sweetheart.”
Victoria’s heart clenched. She remembered how, in her last life, Robert had tried to warn her, and she, naive and trusting, had actually defended Isabella.
Not anymore. Now, she saw right through the charade.
“Daddy Carter! I wanna play airplane!” Jenarth chirped, clinging to Carter’s shoulder.
“Jenarth, don’t call him that. It’s Carter, no daddy,” Isabella corrected, a faint blush on her cheeks as she smiled apologetically at Carter.
“No! I want Carter to be my daddy! Daddy Carter! Daddy Carter!” Jenarth whined, throwing a little tantrum.
Isabella’s smile widened. “I’m so sorry about him. His biggest wish is to have a wonderful father just like you.”
Carter simply chuckled, completely unbothered. “It’s fine. If it makes him happy, he can call me whatever he wants. From now on, Jenarth can call me Daddy.”
Victoria watched, her disgust reaching its peak. She’d seen enough. Pulling out her phone, she dialed Carter’s number.
Carter, still holding Jenarth, fumbled for a moment before answering. “Victoria? What is it?”
“Robert and I are at the airport.” Victoria’s voice was eerily calm, completely flat.
“Sorry, something urgent came up at work. I’ll send the driver to pick you up,” he replied, his tone distracted and dismissive.
“Don’t bother.” Victoria’s reply was icy cool before she ended the call.
“I’ll have the driver – ” Carter began, but the line was already dead. He stared at his phone for a few seconds, stunned. Victoria had never hung up on him before.
“So, Carter, is this your so-called work emergency?”
A cold, clear voice cut through the air. Carter’s head snapped up. There, standing right before him, was Victoria, holding their son Robert’s hand.
In that moment, Carter completely froze, panic flashing in his eyes.
“Looks like we’re interrupting your sweet family reunion.” Victoria’s gaze swept over him, her voice dropping to an arctic chill. “Listen, I’m serious. Let’s just get a divorce!”
Carter’s face darkened instantly. “Victoria, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
What was she doing?
The audacity of him to ask that.
“Carter,” she said, her voice firm and final. “We’re through.” With that, she took Robert’s hand and turned to walk away.
She was done. Done with this blind fool.
Victoria no longer cared where Carter took Isabella
All she cared about now was Robert.
She needed to find out the full truth behind Isabella’s words.
She remembered that night years ago. Charles called, panicked, saying Carter was wasted at some hotel and needed her to come get him. Things got out of hand that night, and she ended up in bed with Carter. That one night… that’s how Robert came to be.
Charles had been over the moon. He made sure they got married, tying her to Carter legally.
The Myers family was incredibly wealthy, and Carter, as the CEO of Myers Group, was treated like corporate royalty.
He was constantly on the move, drifting between business trips, private travel, and high-stakes deals that never made the news.
They were together so rarely that a deep relationship never truly blossomed between them.
To avoid complicating his work life, she agreed to a secret marriage, pouring all her energy into being a dutiful wife and mother.
She did it all out of a deep-seated sense of gratitude. Charles was the reason she’d been welcomed back into the Lewis family, the reason her mother could finally be laid to rest with dignity. She felt she owed him everything.
Now, staring at the DNA paternity test results for Robert and Carter, Victoria let out a hollow, bitter laugh.
The truth was undeniable.
Robert truly was not Carter’s son.
So… her entire marriage to Carter had been a total farce from the very beginning.
Six years of her life, devoted to this man and this family – all of it, utterly meaningless.
Robert peered at the numbers on the report, then tilted his little head up at Victoria.
“Mommy, it looks like my daddy is somebody else!”
Victoria felt a fresh wave of silence wash over her.
The test confirmed Isabella’s cruel taunt – Robert wasn’t Carter’s, so who was his real dad?
Who was the man from the hotel that night six years ago? Her clearest memory was waking up the next morning to a sleeping, hungover Carter lying right beside her.
Had she been deceived all along? Was it never Carter at all?
Did Charles know about this?
She desperately wanted to confront him directly, but three months ago, he had taken a terrible fall down the stairs, hitting his head. He remained in a deep coma at the hospital.
She remembered with chilling clarity that in three months, Charles would die of organ failure. And Carter’s power within the family would only solidify further.
Charles was the only person in the entire Myers family who had ever genuinely cared for her.
As for the rest…
What a complete and utter joke.
Victoria clenched the test report, her knuckles turning white as she fought to steady her breathing.
Robert, sensing her turmoil, looked up and whispered, “Mommy, what are we going to do now?”
Victoria gazed down at her son’s earnest, worried face, her voice softening. “I’m going to divorce Carter.”
This time, she wouldn’t allow that blind, heartless man to put on any more pretenses in front of her. She wouldn’t let some scheming woman playing the innocent victim harm the people she loved. She was done pretending. It was time to take her life back.
Hearing this, Robert immediately broke into applause.
“Finally, Mommy! I always thought you deserve better. He’s not the only guy in the world. You don’t have to stick around for someone who’s that cold. Even if he were my dad, I’d say dump him! Not to mention he’s not my dad!”
Victoria couldn’t help but smile at Robert’s unexpectedly mature words.
“Exactly!”
Robert’s grin widened. “So, Mommy, should we try to find out who my real dad is?”
