Chapter 4I Only Wanted An Heir Not A Husband

When Rhys returned and learned I was staying at the estate, he moved Skylar into our marital home immediately.

The housekeeper there told me Skylar hated my scent.

She threw out all the scented candles and diffusers.

Any object associated with me was coldly discarded by Rhys.

The entire house was then doused in the cloying, heavy scent of cheap orange perfume.

The housekeeper once complained to me:

“Ma’am, it’s a terribly low-quality perfume, but the master insists on her wearing it, even if it stings his nose.”

My belly grew larger each day.

I still moved through the corporate offices. The elder Blackwells’ increasing trust meant I gained importance within the company.

Coupled with my own competence, I successfully shielded the company from several high-stakes financial and reputational battles.

I began to touch the core layers of the business.

Rhys, in contrast, grew increasingly indifferent to his work.

His obsession with Skylar intensified, reaching a point where he disregarded the company's interests.

Every time Skylar’s family created a scene, he’d dip into the company coffers.

His constant pampering only fed the Su family’s greed.

His spoiled, immature, and irresponsible use of corporate funds became a testament to their love.

He even forced Skylar’s relatives into roles within the company.

All because Skylar had once said, “But he’s my brother.”

Even when her brother committed a serious infraction and I had him cornered for termination, Rhys would only snap impatiently:

“Can’t you stop targeting Skylar for once?”

I was always compliant.

I naturally listened to my husband and stopped “targeting” her.

He retaliated by assigning Skylar—who knew nothing—to be my personal secretary.

Skylar was utterly clueless.

She couldn’t keep up with my pace and didn’t understand half of what I said.

The moment I spoke, her eyes would turn red, and she’d run to Rhys to cry without saying a word.

Rhys would then burst into my office and angrily lash out at me, a heavily pregnant woman.

With Skylar’s “help,” the company successfully lost several major contracts.

Rhys, however, blamed my incompetence, ordering me to hurry home and focus on my pregnancy.

I quietly endured it.

As I neared my due date, Skylar grew visibly anxious.

She tried to find ways to cause a miscarriage several times.

When I repeatedly evaded her schemes, she finally lost control and violently shoved me.

The impact sent me into early labor.

I gripped my abdomen, crying out in pain as bright, fresh blood flowed down my legs.

I looked at Rhys, my husband in name only: “Rhys, the blood, our baby…”

He shielded her behind him, his face a mask of cold indifference.

“The child can be replaced. Who told you to bully Skylar? You deserve it!”

“No one help her!”

Skylar peeked out from behind Rhys, an expression of triumph directed right at me.

She intended to let me bleed out and lose the baby.

But I had already prepared.

My in-laws took my pregnancy very seriously.

The house was riddled with their loyal security staff.

Seeing me fall, they frantically rushed to my side, desperately trying to get me to the hospital.

Skylar tried to block the elevator, stopping them from helping.

Without a second thought, the men shoved Skylar aside, smacking her face, and hurried to get me to the hospital.

Their employers were the Blackwells—the baby's grandparents.

Not Skylar.

They understood the hierarchy perfectly.

When the Blackwells heard the news, they rushed over, demanding Rhys immediately cut off all ties with Skylar.

Rhys, however, knelt openly before them. “Mom, Dad, I’m serious about Skylar!”

“She’s the only one I want.”

“Anyway, you have the child you wanted now. I’ll divorce Sienna once she gives birth, marry Skylar, and let Skylar raise the baby.”

As the loud, sharp cry of a newborn split the hospital air,

I knew it then. Rhys was finished.