On the day of my wedding to Declan, he ran away with his childhood sweetheart, Sylvie, and left the country. Before he left, he made a point to explain: “Sylvie wants a baby. I don’t trust any other man to do it, so her child can only be mine. But don’t worry, we’re doing IVF. Once Sylvie gets pregnant, I’ll marry you. Don’t be upset, okay?” Three years later, Declan finally returned from abroad with Sylvie. He found me, his tone matter-of-fact: “The baby in Sylvie’s belly is mine, after all. From now on, you two will share me as your husband. She’s already gotten a marriage certificate with me, so to be fair, you’ll get a wedding ceremony with me. That way neither of you loses out.” Sylvie immediately linked her arm through Declan’s, her expression full of envy: “Summer, Declan is so good to you. He specifically wants to hold a wedding for you, so you can be Mrs. Walsh in front of everyone and be recognized by all. What a blessing!” Looking at how the two of them played off each other, I let out a cold laugh. “You can keep that blessing for yourself.” After all, three years ago, I had already married Declan’s older brother, Hudson.
Declan’s expression darkened. He immediately decided I was throwing a tantrum. “Why can’t you be as smart as Sylvie?” “I’m giving you a wedding to let everyone know you’re Declan Walsh’s woman. What an honor that is!” “Sylvie only got a marriage certificate with me, not even a proper ceremony. She’s endured so much in silence, and yet you’re still not satisfied?” As soon as he finished speaking, Sylvie lowered her head and tugged at Declan’s sleeve: “Declan, don’t talk to Summer like that. She probably just needs time to process this.” “I’m fine with it. Being wronged a little doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with me and the baby. Don’t fight with Summer because of me.” I stared at the two of them in front of me, completely stunned. Had these two lost their minds? I looked up, my tone laced with sarcasm: “Declan, what makes you think that after you spent three years abroad with Sylvie, I’d still be waiting for you?” Declan froze for a moment, then laughed as if he’d heard the funniest joke: “Everyone in Silverton knows you, Summer, are head over heels for me, Declan Walsh. That you’d never marry anyone but me in this lifetime!” He reached out and pulled Sylvie closer, looking as if he was certain I’d spend my whole life revolving around him. He thought I was just throwing a little fit now, that with a few sweet words and some coaxing, I’d obediently give in. “Besides, if you really didn’t want to marry me, you would’ve broken things off three years ago.” That statement instantly brought back memories from three years ago. That day was Sylvie’s birthday. Declan canceled our anniversary dinner, eagerly running off to her party, saying he was just celebrating her birthday and telling me not to be unreasonable. By midnight, Declan still hadn’t come home. Worried, I brought some hangover soup to the hotel where they were having the party. But the moment I pushed open the door, I froze. Declan and Sylvie lay naked in each other’s arms on the hotel bed. My hands began trembling uncontrollably. The soup bowl crashed to the floor, the shattering sound waking them up. There wasn’t a trace of guilt on Declan’s face—only righteous indignation. “Summer, don’t read too much into this. We just drank too much and fell asleep together. Nothing happened.”
“After all, Sylvie and I have been like two peas in a pod since childhood. If something was really going to happen between us, would it be your turn?” How laughable! How absurd! Naked in each other’s arms, and nothing happened? But back then, for the sake of my mother’s dying wish, I ultimately chose to forgive. And that one act of leniency gave Declan and Sylvie the nerve to push even further. They’d wear matching outfits, check into the same hotel room constantly… It wasn’t until later, when Declan took Sylvie abroad saying he’d help her get pregnant, that I finally announced our breakup. Did Declan think I was just saying that in anger? Whatever. What he thought didn’t matter at all anymore. Looking again at this shameless pair of cheaters in front of me, I felt disgusted even looking at them for another second. I turned to leave. Seeing this, Declan’s furious shout rang out behind me: “Summer, are you done throwing your tantrum? Let me tell you, don’t be ungrateful! Think it over yourself. When you’ve figured it out, come find me like a good girl. Don’t wait until I’m really angry! You’ll regret it then.” I rolled my eyes and walked straight toward the parking lot. Today was supposed to be the day for my prenatal checkup, but I hadn’t expected to run into these two unlucky people. After parking, I’d just walked into the hospital lobby when my phone vibrated. It was a message from Hudson: “Honey, don’t be nervous going to your first prenatal checkup alone. You’re the bravest baby! Once I finish my work, I’ll come home to be with you and the baby. Be good.” Looking at this message, my mood finally improved a little. But my mind grew even more confused—how could two sons from the same Walsh family be so different? Declan was selfish, hypocritical, and unfaithful, trampling my genuine feelings underfoot. But Hudson had always been gentle and considerate. In the three years since our marriage, he’d spoiled me like a child. He remembered all my little preferences. When I needed him, even if he wasn’t by my side, he’d find every way to help me solve my problems. The prenatal checkup went smoothly. The doctor said the baby was developing well. After sending a photo of the checkup report to Hudson, I drove home. But the moment I pushed open the front door, I saw Declan and Sylvie sitting on the sofa. That’s when I suddenly remembered—Hudson and I’s new house was still being renovated. Right now, we were still living at his parents’ house. This was originally Declan’s home too. Running into them somehow instantly filled me with disgust. Hearing the noise, Declan looked up at me and immediately sneered: “I thought you had such a backbone, Summer? It’s only been a few hours, and here you are crawling back to find me?” “So? Have you thought it through?” Before I could speak, Sylvie immediately chimed in: “Summer, I’m glad you’ve thought it through.” Then she continued: “Oh, by the way, Summer, when Declan and I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup earlier, we saw someone whose back looked a lot like you. Did you go to the hospital too? Are you feeling unwell?” As soon as she finished speaking, Declan sneered again: “What else would she be doing at the hospital? She was obviously following me, afraid I’d really ignore her, so she went to the hospital to put on a show, hoping to soften my heart.” Sylvie feigned surprise, blinking as she tilted her head to look at me: “That doesn’t make sense though, does it, Declan? I remember Summer seemed to go to the hospital before we did. And I specifically noticed—Summer went to the obstetrics department.” At this point, she covered her mouth with a soft laugh: “Could it be, Summer… that you have fertility issues?”
As soon as she said that, Declan immediately frowned, thinking for a moment before speaking: “That’s fine too. After all, Sylvie is already carrying my baby, and it’ll be a Walsh heir.” “As long as you behave and treat Sylvie and the child well, when the baby is born, I’ll let him call you ‘Mom’ too.” Hearing this, I wasn’t angry at all. Instead, I couldn’t help laughing twice. Did Declan think way too highly of himself? When I’d laughed enough, I finally looked up at them, saying each word clearly: “I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.” As soon as I said that, Declan’s expression froze instantly. But within a second, he burst out laughing: “Summer, when you’re making up lies, could you at least put some effort into it? Do you think I don’t know who’s in your heart? In this lifetime, besides me, how could you possibly be pregnant with anyone else’s child?” Sylvie nodded too, looking at me with contempt in her eyes: “Summer, I know what happened between Declan and me makes you angry, but you can’t deliberately say things like this to upset Declan and make him jealous. That’s way too childish.” I wiped the smile off my face. Since that’s how it was, I might as well say everything clearly at once. Given Hudson’s jealous nature, if he found out what was happening right now, who knows what kind of scene he’d make. After a pause, I spoke: “Declan, the day you took Sylvie abroad, we already broke up.” “And now, I’m already married. My husband is very jealous, so stop bothering me.” “Also, didn’t you already get a marriage certificate with Sylvie? Then I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together. Don’t say these things to me anymore. It’s pointless.” With that, I didn’t give them another glance and headed upstairs. But just then, my wrist was suddenly grabbed. Anger crept onto Declan’s face: “Summer, so this is how you want to play it?” “Sylvie and I have been trying to appease you ever since we got back from abroad, giving you every way out! But you just keep pushing your luck!” “Fine, fine, fine. If that’s how it is, then get out. Get out of my house.” Sylvie quickly followed, pretending to pull at Declan’s arm, though her eyes couldn’t hide her smugness, her voice soft and gentle: “Declan, don’t be angry. Summer is just confused for a moment. Don’t make her leave. It’s so late now, and Summer is an orphan with no one to rely on. Besides here, where else can she go? Please forgive her one more time, okay?” Her words completely ignited Declan’s fury. Not only did Declan not let go, he gripped even tighter: “So what if she’s an orphan? She’s the one who doesn’t know what’s good for her, who’s ungrateful. Then she can get out and fend for herself!” With that, he yanked hard, trying to drag me downstairs. I frantically raised my hand to cover my lower abdomen, shouting at him: “Declan, let go of me! Let go!” But Declan acted as if he hadn’t heard, still gripping my wrist tightly, forcefully pulling me down: “Weren’t you so capable just now? Why are you clinging to my house now?” Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open. The housekeeper, Mrs. Moore, came out carrying dishes. She immediately saw what was happening. Her face changed drastically. She set the plate down on a nearby cabinet with a clang and rushed over, running and shouting: “Let go of Summer right now! Summer is pregnant—she can’t handle this kind of treatment! Let go, don’t hurt Summer and the baby!”
Mrs. Moore shielded me firmly, afraid that Declan would hurt me further. Declan’s grip on me loosened. The ferocity on his face froze. He turned to look at Mrs. Moore, his eyes full of disbelief: “What did you say? She’s pregnant?” Before Mrs. Moore could speak, Sylvie immediately stepped forward, her tone accusatory: “Oh my, Mrs. Moore, why are you making things worse?” “Declan is already angry enough. How can you help Summer lie to Declan? At the end of the day, Declan is the Walsh family child, one of the owners of this house. How can you help an outsider deceive your own employer? If word gets out, which family would dare employ you?” After hearing this, the wavering in Declan’s eyes vanished without a trace. He slowly turned to look at me, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth: “I have to hand it to you, Summer. After three years, you’ve really developed some skills.” “You can even get our family’s old servant to lie with you to deceive me. You’re really getting better and better at this.” As he spoke, his grip unconsciously tightened again: “Let me tell you, don’t think you can fool me with this. I, Declan Walsh, am not that stupid! If you keep up this act, don’t blame me for being rude to you!” Mrs. Moore’s face paled with anxiety. She quickly blocked my way, saying urgently: “Declan, I’m not lying to you. Summer really is pregnant.” At this point, Mrs. Moore slapped her forehead: “That’s right, I still have Summer’s previous prenatal checkup reports. I’ll get them for you right now!” With that, Mrs. Moore hurried toward her room. Declan still gripped my arm tightly, mockery floating in his eyes: “I’d like to see what fake evidence you two can come up with to deceive me!” My wrist hurt from his grip, and the dragging pain in my lower abdomen was becoming more and more obvious. Before long, Mrs. Moore came running back out of breath, handing the prenatal reports to Declan: “Declan, see for yourself. These are all Summer’s prenatal checkup reports, with the doctor’s signature and the hospital’s stamp. How could they be fake?” Declan unconsciously released my wrist, snatching the reports and staring fixedly at the writing and stamps. The next second, he violently threw the papers on the ground, his whole body trembling: “Summer, you actually dare to cuckold me!” “Tell me, whose bastard is in your belly!” Hearing Declan’s words, my eyes instantly reddened. Before, for Hudson’s sake, considering Declan was Hudson’s brother, I could endure it all, I could let it all go. But now, he dared to insult my baby like this—this was a line I absolutely could not tolerate! I raised my hand and used all my strength to slap him hard across the face. The sharp “smack” echoed through the living room, and everything fell deathly silent. Seeing this, Mrs. Moore anxiously spoke: “Declan, don’t be angry. The baby in Summer’s belly is—” Before she could finish, Declan roared at Mrs. Moore: “Shut up! This isn’t your place to speak. Get out!” Mrs. Moore trembled from his shouting. She wanted to say something more but was scared back two steps by Declan’s murderous glare. Seeing this, Sylvie put on an expression of concern for him: “Declan, don’t be angry. What if you make yourself sick?” “Now that this has happened, the most important thing is to solve the problem.” She paused, sneaking a glance at me, a flash of malice in her eyes, then continued: “Either you cut ties with Summer completely, and from now on we’ll live our lives peacefully, not caring about the bastard in her belly.” “But I know… you have feelings for Summer in your heart, so you definitely won’t agree to that.” Sylvie sighed, then said: “Then there’s only one solution left. Take Summer and abort that bastard in her belly. Then everything can go back to how it was before. We’ll be just like we used to be, okay?”
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