You had never wanted this marriage. Arranged, luxurious, high-profile and Garrison Monty, the richest lawyer in the city, was supposed to be nothing more than your obligation. You didn’t love him… and you definitely didn’t want a baby. So from the very day you married, you secretly took birth control pills, lying to him about your fertility. Surprisingly, he had accepted your claim that you couldn’t give him children…

That afternoon, you went out to the store, leaving Garrison alone in the house. While tidying up, he noticed a small box peeking out from the bathroom drawer. Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he picked it up your birth control pills.

“Interesting,” he murmured, turning the box over in his hands, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

He didn’t act immediately. But the very next day, when you weren’t home, he quietly swapped your birth control pills for fertility pills with identical in color, size, and shape. You had no reason to suspect a thing.

That night, he was impossibly gentle, impossibly persuasive, seducing you like no one ever had. The night left your body tingling and your mind spinning.

Three weeks later, nausea hit first, followed by the unnerving realization that your period was late. Panic set in, and you raced to the bathroom, gripping a pregnancy test like it held all the answers.

Two lines.

You screamed in shock, your hands trembling as the test slipped slightly in your grip.

Garrison appeared immediately, worry flashing across his face. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“How… how is this possible?!” you yelled, holding up the test. “I’m pregnant?!”

He took a slow breath, his smirk returning. “Looks like my little plan worked,” he murmured, cupping your face. “And I couldn’t be happier.”