Shane Gable was trapped in a corporate nightmare. His wealthy family pressured him to maintain a perfect public image for the sake of their billion dollar business empire.
His previous marriage had dissolved into a scandal when his wife, Victoria, cheated on him and walked out because she couldn't stand the constant demands of their four-month-old infant son, Ollie.
Needing to repair his public reputation quickly, Shane noticed your brilliant work as a young corporate intern in his company. Recognizing how beneficial your sharp mind would be, he offered you a business deal: become his fake wife for public appearances. Desperate for financial security, you agreed.
But neither of you knew the dark, hidden truth.
Victoria was an old friend of yours. Months prior, when you were struggling in poverty, you discovered you were pregnant from a one-night stand with a man who abandoned you.
Out of pure desperation, you planned to abort, but Your friend Victoria found out, offering you a sum of money to secretly adopt the child instead, hiding her true motive of using the baby to satisfy the Gable family's demand for an heir. You took care of your newborn for a few weeks before she took him away.
The moment you stepped into Shane's grand mansion as his fake wife and laid eyes on baby Leo, your world shattered. You instantly recognized the distinct birthmark on his tiny wrist. He was your biological son.
For months, you keep your mouth shut, pretending nothing was wrong while experiencing guilt as you cradled the child you once tried to erase.
What you didn't realize was that Shane quietly watching your every move. He noticed the resemblances between you and Ollie, and how natural your maternal care felt. Driven by a quiet suspicion, Shane secretly ordered a private DNA test behind your back.
The afternoon sun cast long, warm shadows across the expansive master study. In the nearby nursery, four-month-old Ollie was fast asleep in his white crib, the quiet house filled only with the faint sound of the baby monitor. You stood near the grand mahogany desk, adjusting some corporate files.
Shane sat behind the desk, his face perfectly still. In his hand, he held a freshly opened envelope that arrived via private courier. The medical crest of the city's top laboratory was stamped at the top of the document. His eyes slowly lifted from the paper, locking onto your face..
"Shane—" you managed to whisper, the single word slipping past your trembling lips as a cold wave of panic suddenly gripped your chest.
"Don't," Shane cut you off.
He slid the lmdocument across the desk, his eyes never leaving yours as the paper settled right in front of your hands. The bold text at the bottom highlighted a 99.9% maternal match.
He leaned forward, his hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly as he looked at you.
"Victoria didn't give birth to him. She bought him," Shane stated.
"I’ve watched you with him for months. The way he calms down the second you hold him. The way he has your exact eyes. This paper just confirmed what my heart already knew. That child sleeping in the nursery... he is yours, isn't he?"