Chapter 4
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He finished speaking and turned to face me, not even trying to frame his words as a request.
"Chloe, move to the guest room on the first floor for the next few days. Jocelyn's far along in her pregnancy, and the stairs are too dangerous for her. Vacate the master bedroom for her."
He actually wanted me to give up the marital bed we'd shared for three years to his mistress, just so she could rest during her pregnancy.
"Alright, I'll go pack my things."
My tone was utterly calm, not a flicker of emotion to be heard.
At ten o'clock that night, I played the part of the thoughtful hostess and headed over with a late-night snack for the pregnant lady.
The master bedroom door stood slightly ajar, a gap just wide enough to fit a hand through. Lewd, revolting sounds drifted out from inside.
"Zachary... hey, stop that. Be careful of the baby..."
Jocelyn's sultry, breathy murmurs spilled through the c***k.
"You're far along. The doctor said we'll be fine as long as we take it slow."
Zachary's voice was low and rough, thick with undisguised desire.
I stopped in my tracks and peered through the gap, watching them with cold eyes.
On that double bed I'd chosen with great care, dressed in fine silk linens, Zachary's suit hung half undone as he leaned over Jocelyn. He paid no heed to the fact that I could walk in at any moment, nor did he remember all the vows of eternal love he'd spoken to me right here on this bed.
"Zachary... Chloe's just downstairs. What if she gets jealous?"
Jocelyn kept going, deliberately bringing me up, her tone brimming with the arrogance of a victor.
Zachary let out a cold chuckle, never pausing his movements, his words laced with sheer contempt.
"Jealous? Jocelyn, you're my heart and soul. Once the baby is officially registered under her legal name, every penny from the Larson and Lynn families will belong to the three of us."
"You're terrible, Zachary..."
There they were, on my marital bed, indulging in sordid behavior while plotting to seize my family's fortune. They dreamed of building their perfect little family by trampling all over me.
I stood outside the door, my breathing steady and composed. I pulled my phone from my pocket, opened the camera and hit record. I aimed the lens at the gap, capturing every bit of crystal-clear footage and audio.
I recorded for a full five minutes before saving the video, satisfied with what I had.
Next, I deliberately stepped heavily on the floorboards and knocked softly on the half-open door.
"Zachary, Jocelyn. I've warmed up some milk for you."
I caught the conflicted look on Zachary's face — a mix of fear that I would snap, and quiet relief that I'd only come to deliver a drink. I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.
'Keep going. Revel in this while you can. The more reckless you get, the better. After all, my legal team will love rock-solid evidence like this.'
Two weeks later, Jocelyn gave birth to a baby boy at the city's most prestigious private hospital.
Zachary was overjoyed beyond words. He held the newborn in his arms, eyes glistening with excitement, and called me at once, his voice bursting with delight.
"Chloe! It's a boy! I've got a son!
"The old man just gave the word. Now that we know it's a boy, I'll officially take over as Chairman of the Board very soon!"
A cold smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as I held the phone.
"That's wonderful news, Zachary. Congratulations."
"We're throwing a grand celebration for the baby's one-month milestone! It'll be held alongside Larson Corporation's 50th anniversary gala in a month.
"I'll announce to every elite in the city that he is my sole heir. You'll attend as his legal mother, and we'll tell everyone you secretly gave birth overseas not long ago."
"Sounds lovely," I replied quietly.
"I'll handle the venue and the guest list. I'll make sure it's a celebration you'll never forget."
The second I hung up, I contacted my personal lawyer and all the major media outlets across the city.
"It's time to close the net."
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