Chapter 113 Years of Lies and a Secret Baby

After my third miscarriage, some crazy woman barged into my hospital room yelling,

“I’ve been with Julian for 13 years! How dare you get pregnant with his baby?”

Julian stood by me, shouting,

“I don’t even know you! Stop lying about me and my wife!”

She kept screaming even as they dragged her away. I thought it was just a freak show—

until I found a box of old photos and a massive letter in a safe.

Hundreds of pictures of them together over the years. A 5,000-word letter spilling all their dirty secrets.

I didn’t cry. Didn’t yell. I just sat frozen for hours.

I kept the photos for proof and hid the letter.

Then I called Julian.

“Care to explain?”

Julian, who had just walked in, clearly froze for a second when he saw the photos.

Then, his face blank, he sat on the couch.

“Explain what?”

“What’s your deal with this woman?”

He glanced at the photos on the table again, then spoke after a long pause.

“We were just friends. She was pursuing me, but I never agreed.”

Yet, that letter detailed thirteen years of their intimate relationship.

I didn’t tell him about the letter. I was about to speak, using the photos as proof.

But he waved his hand, sweeping all the pictures into the fireplace.

“If you’re bothered by them, then we don’t need these things.”

Before I could say anything, he turned his back to me and lit a cigarette.

This was his usual tell when he was hiding something.

Just then, his phone rang.

Only one name appeared on the screen: Valerie.

All his other contacts were saved with full names, except this one.

Julian answered calmly.

Before he could speak, Valerie’s voice, thick with tears, shrieked from the other end.

“Julian, I’ve been with you for so many years. How can you just walk away?”

“You only married her for her status, but your heart still belongs to me!”

“Julian, stop lying to yourself. I don’t care that you’re married. I just… I love you.”

A shock ran through me.

Julian’s hand trembled slightly.

Then he said, his voice deep.

“My wife and I have a great relationship.

If you dare spread lies again, I’ll make sure you can never recover.”

Without waiting for a reply, he hung up.

Then, right in front of me, he deleted and blocked her number.

Seamlessly.

But after he did all that, he was slightly out of breath.

His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t quite read.

All these years, he had always been calm and elegant around me.

I looked at him and suddenly asked.

“Julian, did you marry me for money, or because you love me?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Of course, I love you.”

Before seeing that letter and the photos, I would have believed him wholeheartedly.

Before bed, he came to hug me, but I pulled away.

Julian didn’t say anything. As usual, he handed me a warm glass of honey milk and watched me drink it.

After finishing it, I surprisingly didn’t sleep soundly.

When I opened my phone, I received a message from someone named Valerie Reed.

“Skylar Vance, do you know why you haven’t been able to get pregnant all these years?”