Scorned Wife No More: A Queen Pampered by Three Tycoons
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Chapter 1 Since You Love Her, I’ll Let You Go
“Miss Mia Bowen, are you sure you want to divorce Mr. Timothy Barrett?”
It was the third time Mia had sat before the clerk at the courthouse, facing their questioning.
“Yes, I'm sure.” Mia took a deep breath. Her sun-kissed face held a composed expression, her bright blue eyes free of pain. “I know what you're going to say—that my husband is wealthy, young, and handsome, and that I should cherish this marriage.”
“But he doesn't love me—and that's exactly why I need the divorce.” Mia’s voice cracked, her pain finally breaking through. “Please approve my request.”
For three months now, ever since Maya Lane had returned to the country, Mia had endured an agonizing, burning pain in her heart. She couldn't take it any longer.
Timothy was the youngest and most handsome of all the billionaires in Bern City. His cold, emerald eyes had captivated countless young women. Tall, well-built and poised like a supermodel, he wore perfectly tailored suits that lent him an air of effortless grace and gentlemanly charm.
He was not a heartless man.
If he had not missed their wedding anniversary the night before, Mia would never have returned to this office for a third time to ask for a divorce.
But the humiliation of last night had been too much. It had destroyed every last bit of her affection and hesitation.
On that special day, their third anniversary, Mia had prepared a candlelit dinner and a sxy catwoman lingerie set.
Once, on a drunken night when he had passionately made1ove to her, he'd said she was like a cute kitten. It was the first time he had ever whispered something so intimate to her, and the memory was etched deeply in her mind.
They’d had a few drinks, and he remained quiet as ever—yet he replied to every word she spoke.
Mia was utterly captivated by his handsome features, drawn in by his low, magnetic voice. Under the influence of the wine, she leaned in and kissed him
Then she went upstairs, put on the lingerie, and invited him to her bedroom.
When he caught sight of her sxy figure and adorable cat ears, his eyes lit up. His kiss deepened as his hands wandered over her soft curves, his fingers tracing her most intimate place.
A wave of relief washed over Mia. She m0aned softly, thinking that maybe she was wrong. Maybe he and Maya were just friends now. Maybe he didn't love her anymore.
She desperately hoped her passion would make Timothy feel her love and mend the cracks in their marriage.
But just as she was slick with desire, desperate for Timothy to bury himself inside her, a phone call shattered everything.
Timothy grabbed his suit, fastened his Her-mès belt, and spoke with a cold, distant look. “Something's come up. I need to go. Just keep going without me.”
With those words, he picked up his phone and left, not even glancing back as he closed the door.
Sadness weighing heavily on her, Mia lay motionless on the bed, her eyes fixed silently on the ceiling. After what felt like an eternity, she received a photo from Maya.
In it, Maya wore a sexy red nightgown, its strap slipped down to her elbow, revealing most of her chest. And a man lay draped over her other shoulder. Only half his face was visible, as he rested peacefully on her shoulder, yet Mia recognized him instantly—it was her husband, Timothy.
A small mole sat beneath his left eye, a spot she had secretly kissed countless times while he slept.
Mia's heart shattered into pieces. In that moment, she knew it was all over.
Then came Maya's pr0vocative text. “You need to return what you stole from me. You know what I mean, don't you, you lowly caregiver?”
Mia didn't reply. Instead, she scheduled today's divorce application. This marriage wasn't something she had stolen; it was arranged by Timothy's grandmother, Laura Graham. But now, she no longer wanted it.
The clerk's voice interrupted Mia's thoughts. “I can see you've made up your mind. In that case, I'll prepare the divorce agreement for you.”
Mia thanked her. After a ten-minute wait, she finally received the document.
The agreement was short, drafted exactly as Mia had requested, with two key terms: first, Mia would leave with nothing; second, once Timothy signed, they would never see each other again.
Mia tucked the divorce agreement into her canvas bag and called an Uber to take her home.
The moment she stepped into the villa, she saw red-haired Maya sitting weakly on the living room sofa, with her husband Timothy beside her, peeling an apple.
Maya leaned against Timothy, her voice coquettish. “I don't want it. Chewing is such an effort...”
A rare look of worry and concern softened Timothy's usually calm, handsome features. “You're so weak right now—you have to eat something.”
With that, he brought a slice of apple to Maya's lips, his movements gentle.
Mia stood at the doorway, a cold chill sweeping over her from head to toe.
In three years of marriage, he had never peeled an apple for her. He had never even poured her a glass of water.
She never knew he could be so attentive.
Maya's voice took on a seductive lilt as she draped herself over Timothy's lap. “No, it’s too hard—it'll make my teeth ache... Can you mash it into smaller bits for me instead?”
Timothy frowned, as if genuinely considering whether to chew the apple into a pulp and feed it to her.
Mia wasn’t sure. All she saw was Timothy stand up—and then he spotted her.
For a split second, panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his usual composure. “Maya has depression—you know that. She’s in really bad shape, physically and emotionally. She needs someone to take care of her.”
Mia nodded, acknowledging his words. Without another glance at them, she clutched her canvas bag and headed upstairs.
Timothy's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes.
He reached out and stopped her. His lips parted, but no words came out.
“Oh, right,” Mia said, suddenly remembering something. She pulled the divorce agreement from her canvas bag—she’d already turned to the signature page before entering—and handed it directly to Timothy. “Here's this month's household bill. Please sign it.”
Timothy felt distracted, unable to understand why he felt such an urge to explain himself when he saw the hurt in Mia’s eyes. He took the pen she offered and signed quickly. “Last night... I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he murmured, frowning. “I know I missed our anniversary, but I’ll find a way to make it right.”
He’d always known how much she valued rituals—and it was that very thing that had made their three years of marriage so wonderful. Mia was his wife, and he would fulfill his duties as her husband—he meant what he said.
Mia quietly tucked the signed divorce agreement back into her canvas bag, nodded, and walked upstairs.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t even want you anymore—what’s an anniversary compared to that?” she thought bitterly.
She had once treasured rituals so much because she'd been an orphan since childhood. Her foster parents had taken her in, only to cast her out after having their own son.
Fortunately, her kind aunt and uncle had taken her in and cared for her. She loved them deeply, yet she'd always longed for a family of her own. That was why, after marrying Timothy, she had poured her heart into building their life together, hoping to share happiness with him on every special occasion.
But now, none of that mattered anymore.
Not long ago, her aunt had told her that her birth family had found her.
Back in her bedroom, Mia locked the door. She took out the divorce agreement and looked at the effective date written on it.
Once the divorce was finalized, she would leave this home she had shared with Timothy—a place she had never truly been part of—and return to her own family.
In seven days, she would be gone for good.
Chapter 2 I’m Going To Make It Up To You Tonight
Watching Mia walk away, Timothy felt an inexplicable pang of anxiety.
She was off today. Too calm.
In the past, whenever she saw Maya or heard anything about her, Mia would pout her soft lips, her bright blue eyes clouded with irritation. And she had always paid close attention to every household expense, every purchase and detail. After he signed the monthly bills, she would always chat excitedly about the little changes around the house.
But today, she said nothing.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Timothy’s face. In the end, he decided to go upstairs and check on her. She had looked pale earlier—was she feeling unwell?
As he climbed the stairs, Mia heard his footsteps and opened the door before he could knock, just as she always did.
“What is it?” she asked coldly.
Timothy’s handsome features tensed, his brow furrowing deeper. “Are you alright? You look a little pale.”
Honestly, he would have rather she screamed at him, like she used to, than look at him with such indifference.
Mia touched her cheek and shook her head. “I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”
She no longer smiled at him, nor did she melt into his embrace like she used to when he showed her even the smallest bit of care.
Now she finally understood: his coldness toward her affection had never been because he was naturally distant.
It was simply because he did not love her.
If he would never love her, there was no point in continuing this marriage any longer.
“Is that all?” Mia tried to close the door.
Just then, Maya’s footsteps approached—she was coming upstairs.
“Mia, I need to ask you a small favor. I think Tim is about to tell you about it,” Maya smiled sweetly, positioning herself between them, her gaze fixed on Timothy.
Timothy nodded. “Maya’s condition has been unstable lately, and she needs constant care. She’ll be staying here for a few days. Please make sure she’s well taken care of.”
Staring at his calm, indifferent face, Mia felt her heart sink into an abyss of cold.
He had not come to check on her at all; he had only spoken to her for Maya’s sake.
A sharp, bitter sorrow washed over Mia.
Before she could dwell on it, Maya slipped her arm through Timothy’s and looked up at him sweetly. “The doctor said plenty of sunlight is crucial for my recovery. I noticed only Mia’s master bedroom gets good light. Could I stay there?”
Timothy looked troubled. Mia couldn't tell whether it was because he was worried she would refuse, or for some other reason. All she saw was that his frown deepened.
He gently pulled his arm free from Maya’s grip and reached for her wrist, about to speak.
Mia beat him to it. “Fine. Stay there if you want, Maya.”
She could not bear to watch them flirt any longer. Just the sight of them leaning against each other twisted a knife in her heart.
Maya’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you so much, Mia! That’s so kind of you. Could you move out quickly, though? I really need to rest. I’ve already walked and talked so much today.”
Mia let out a cold, scornful snort.
Maya knew she’d talked too much? Then she should just shut up.
Ignoring Maya, Mia turned back into her room and began packing.
Timothy raised a hand, wanting to say something, but she paid him no mind.
There was nothing to say. She would leave quietly, without causing them any trouble at all.
She just wanted to cut ties with him and walk away.
Maya went downstairs happily to fetch her suitcase, calling over her shoulder, “I’d like the maid to change the sheets later. Will you tell her, please?”
Mia felt sick to her stomach.
She yanked the sheets off her bed and threw them on the floor—they still seemed to hold the warmth of last night's kisses with Timothy. But none of that mattered anymore.
Mia then grabbed a few everyday clothes from her wardrobe—the rest she’d have the maid throw away or return to Timothy. They were designer gifts from him; they were never really hers.
As she packed, Mia forced herself to stay calm and focused. She swore she would not snap at Maya or blame Timothy anymore. It was not worth it.
Suddenly, Timothy’s voice came from behind her, startling her.
“Aren’t you upset?” He stood close behind her, his emerald eyes fixed on her.
Mia’s hand froze mid-motion as she packed. She had not expected him to stay, but it no longer mattered.
Without looking up, she said quietly, “You told me you and Maya are just friends.”
A painful, bitter irony rose in her chest. She lifted her gaze and looked at him sharply. “What, was that a lie?”
Timothy frowned. His lips parted, then he sighed. “No. It’s true. I’m just surprised you didn’t throw a tantrum today. But this is good. You’re finally being reasonable.”
A bitter smile was all Mia could manage. Inside, she was ready to explode—to curse him out right then and there. G0d, he was such a je-rk.
Timothy then added, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll make it up to you.”
Mia nodded and kept packing—a silent hint for him to leave.
This time, he left quickly.
Mia took a deep breath and pushed him out of her mind. She finished packing in minutes, moved out of the master bedroom she had occupied for three years, and into the much smaller room next door.
Seven days. Just seven more days to stay here.
As soon as the divorce agreement took effect, she would leave.
Mia stayed upstairs for the rest of the day, tuning out Maya’s sweet voice echoing through the villa.
She could tell how delighted Maya was. Tonight, Maya would likely share a bed with Timothy. But that was none of her concern.
After a hot shower, Mia wrapped a bath towel around herself and walked toward the single bed.
Just then, the door swung open.
Timothy walked in, locked the door, and loosened his golden tie as he approached her. Everything felt so normal, as if he belonged right there.
Mia clutched the bath towel to her chest, surprised. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you…”
She wanted to ask him, “Aren’t you supposed to be with Maya?”
Yet, her words were cut short by his touch.
His rough thumb brushed gently over her soft lips, his deep emerald eyes fixed on her.
“We didn’t finish last night,” he murmured, his voice warm and magnetic. “I’m going to make it up to you tonight.”
The next thing she knew, her back was against the cool wall. His fingers traced a slow path from her lips down to her shoulders, brushing over her collarbone with deepening desire. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled from her inner th1gh upward, hovering teasingly close to her pusssy.
A soft m0an escaped her lips, fueling his desire further. He slid his long fingers into her hair, gently gripping it to tilt her head back, leaning in to capture her mouth with his.
Her heart pounded so violently it threatened to leap from her throat. Reason told her to push him away, but her limp body refused to obey.
Just as his lips were an inch from hers, a startled cry shattered the moment.
Maya’s panicked voice rang out, desperate and urgent. “Ah! Tim, where are you?”
Chapter 3 I’m Planning A Comeback
Timothy froze mid-motion. After only a split second of hesitation, he said apologetically to Mia, “I’ll be right back.”
With that, he let go of her and hurried out the door without a single glance back.
Watching his retreating figure, Mia’s body went limp and slid slowly down the wall until she crumpled onto the cold floor. She felt no pain from the impact. Her heart had already frozen solid.
Soon, Maya’s whimpering voice soon drifted from the next room. She had had a nightmare, and Timothy was soothing her with tenderness.
Mia could faintly make out their murmured words, then even those faint sounds faded away.
The night was deathly quiet.
Mia did not turn on the light. The room was swallowed in darkness.
She just curled up numbly on the floor, repeating the same words over and over in her mind—it would be over soon.
She only had to endure seven more days. Then everything between her and Timothy would be over.
That night, Timothy did not return.
Mia had expected it, so when she opened her eyes at dawn on the freezing floor, she felt no heartache.
She checked the alarm clock: not yet seven. Still early. She climbed back into bed to rest a little longer.
But this bed was freezing, the mattress rock-hard—nothing like the comfortable king bed she was used to in the master bedroom. After a few minutes, the stiffness ached all over her bones. She gave up and got out of bed to continue packing.
She had moved in a hurry the day before, tossing things haphazardly into her suitcase. Now she intended to sort everything properly, making sure she left nothing behind—so she would never have to step foot in this house again.
She was in the middle of organizing when Timothy pushed the door open and walked in.
Since only Mia, Timothy, and the maid lived there before, they never bothered locking the doors.
Timothy used to knock before entering her room, which had felt too formal and distant. To bring them closer, she’d insisted he come in anytime without knocking.
Now that casual access had become a problem. Mia saw his gaze land on the stack of documents she was sorting.
Timothy’s brow tightened with faint displeasure. “Why are you packing? Going somewhere?”
Mia quickly stuffed the papers under her clothes. “Just organizing my things. I’m checking if I left anything in the master bedroom—better take it now so I don’t have to bother Maya later.”
Timothy’s tone softened. “She won’t be staying long.”
Mia smiled, but didn’t believe him for a second.
It was always like this. Whenever Maya made a request, Timothy agreed without question.
Mia was tired of it. This time, she would not let his betrayal break her again.
She stood up to take the aromatherapy diffuser from the nightstand. The bed here was too hard to sleep on anyway, so the diffuser was useless here. It was a gift from her best friend Gina Palmer, and she treasured it.
Just as Mia turned around, Timothy wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He rested his chin against her neck, his warm breath brushing her skin. His voice was thick with guilt. “I’m sorry I didn’t keep my word last night.”
He explained, “Maya had a nightmare. She can’t sleep alone, and the doctor said it’s dangerous to leave her by herself. So I...”
“I understand,” Mia cut him off.
It was the first time he’d ever explained himself so thoroughly, yet she didn’t care at all. The scent of Maya’s perfume on him was suffocating.
Her stomach twisted violently. Acid surged from her stomach into her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to hold it back, but failed.
She shoved Timothy away and ran to the bathroom, retching uncontrollably.
Mia bent over the toilet, heaving, feeling like her stomach might fall out along with the bile.
What was wrong with her?
She’d felt nauseous before, but never this badly. Was Maya's perfume really that overpowering? Or was Timothy's betrayal causing her such pain that her body was literally rejecting him?
She retched again and again, her mind spinning with confusion and tension.
Timothy stood behind her, rubbing her back worriedly, but the closer he got, the worse she felt. The strong perfume made her want to scream.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call the doctor.”
“No, don’t,” Mia gasped, shaking her hand. “Don’t bother. I just… ate something bad last night.”
She grabbed a towel to wipe her mouth and forcibly pushed him out of the bathroom.
Timothy stood in the hallway as Mia slammed the door shut.
He shook his head. Mia had always been strong, so he dismissed it as nothing serious.
Once he was gone, Mia retched a few more times. Only after opening the window to air out the room did she finally feel better.
Just then, Gina called and invited her shopping. Mia had been dreading spending the day under the same roof with Maya and her provocations, thinking of excuses to escape. The invitation was perfect, and she agreed immediately.
She took a quick shower, sat at the tiny vanity, and did her makeup. She curled her soft golden hair into loose, sxy waves and slipped into a figure-hugging red dress that highlighted every curve—her full chest, slender waist, and rounded hips. Then she grabbed an elegant leather clutch and left.
She didn’t notice Timothy’s gaze following her.
Mia met Gina at the Golden Age Mall downtown. Gina was also stunning today—her soft flaxen hair complemented her tanned skin perfectly, and her tight jeans and backless halter top looked effortlessly sexy.
Gina practically pounced on Mia the moment she saw her. She hugged her friend so tightly that Mia could barely breathe.
Mia laughed and pulled away, suggesting they get coffee first.
“I haven’t eaten anything today. I’m starving,” she whined playfully.
Gina was always kind and generous. She led Mia to an upscale café and ordered two chocolate muffins and two cappuccinos. “Their scones are incredible—my treat,” she said.
Mia didn’t argue. Her stomach was growling.
After finishing one muffin, she felt a little stronger. She wanted to tell Gina everything that had happened, but the whole situation felt so complicated. It would be simpler to just share her final decision.
“I’m planning a comeback,” Mia said, taking a sip of coffee, confidence bright in her blue eyes. “Back to the interior design industry. Time to carve out my own path with my own hands.”
Gina froze mid-sip, then lit up with pure, shocked delight. “Really? Mia—oh my dear—do you have any idea how huge this is? The top interior designer who chose to step away is finally going to shine again!”
Chapter 4 Eleven Weeks Pregnant
Mia laughed at her friend’s dramatic words. She told Gina that she wasn’t confident about reclaiming her former status as a prodigy, but she would try her best.
Gina kept reassuring her, pumping her up. “As the most mysterious figure in the interior design industry, you suddenly retired at the peak of your career three years ago. Your decision sent shockwaves through the entire industry. Everyone agreed that no one would surpass your achievements for a hundred years.”
“So trust me, Mia. If you decide to return, that throne is still yours,” Gina said, patting Mia’s shoulder encouragingly, her eyes full of certainty.
Then a more pressing question occurred to her. “Wait—have you told Timothy about this? Did he actually agree?”
Mia swallowed the last bite of scone and nodded.
The truth was, Timothy knew nothing of her secret identity. In his eyes, she was just a thoughtful, meticulous little caregiver who knew how to keep Laura happy.
To him, her only talents were probably doing housework and tidying rooms.
Mia sighed. She knew it was time to tell Gina everything that had happened lately.
Then she told her friend about Maya’s return, the closeness between Maya and Timothy, and the compromising photo she’d received from Maya—all in the simplest, most neutral tone she could manage.
“If there was still a tiny bit of hesitation in me when I brought the divorce papers home, it completely vanished the moment I saw Maya in my house, already allowed by Timothy to stay with us,” Mia said, taking a sip of coffee, her face as calm as she could manage. “At that moment, I knew divorce was the best decision I’d ever made.”
Gina froze completely when Mia finished her words. Her mouth fell slightly open, her blue eyes filled with disbelief.
But she knew Mia was telling the truth—Mia would never lie to her.
And most of all, Mia’s expression revealed the truth: a heart fractured beyond repair by her marriage.
Damn them! Timothy and Maya—they had broken Mia. Completely.
Gina cursed furiously. “Listen, darling, I swear G0d will punish them severely in the future. Not even death could redeem them. They should lose everything, be despised by everyone—they deserve it all! But we should do something too.”
With that, Gina pulled out her phone. “G0d’s punishment is G0d’s business. We’ll also teach them a lesson. How about I find some media outlets and expose their love affair?”
Mia quickly stopped her. “Don’t. Please. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore.” She sighed, her voice carried profound exhaustion. “I just want to end this quietly, then start a new life with my family.”
Gina’s heart ached for her friend. She wanted to argue, but the pain in Mia’s eyes made her hold back.
Mia had always been kind. She had loved Timothy so deeply. Even now, after deciding to leave him, she still didn’t want to cause him trouble.
Gina sighed helplessly and could only comfort Mia, telling her to let go and stop crying over him.
“Oh, I remembered your birth family has been looking for you. Did your aunt mention what your parents do? How many siblings do you have? When can you meet?” Gina deliberately changed the subject.
Mia’s brow furrowed deeper. She took a sip of coffee and shrugged. “I don’t know. She won’t tell me anything. She says my family wants to surprise me, so it’s a secret for now.”
“But this is way too mysterious,” Gina whispered, curiosity burning inside her. “Do you think they could be some billionaire tycoons? Or some powerful politicians?”
Mia pinched her cute round nose. “Come on, nothing that good ever happens to me.”
The mere thought of reuniting with her family filled her with gratitude. She only hoped they were all healthy and happy, and that they could live peacefully together once she returned.
Still, she was wildly curious about them. She lifted her coffee cup. “We’ll meet soon. Then I’ll know who they are.”
Gina lifted hers too, clinking it against Mia’s. “Good luck, my dear friend.”
They planned to finish their coffee and hit the shops. Mia wanted to surround herself with new things, to chase away the sadness in her heart.
Nothing could break her. Though her marriage had crumbled, there were still other things worth her attention.
With that thought, Mia quickly drank the rest of her coffee in one go. She stood up excitedly, about to announce their departure—when a sudden, uncontrollable wave of nausea hit her.
“Ugh.” Mia clapped a hand over her mouth and sank back into her chair. Her stomach churned violently. She swallowed hard several times, barely managing to hold it down.
Damn it. What was wrong with her? Nothing upsetting had happened today.
And she was sure she hadn’t eaten anything unusual—just ordinary café food.
Suddenly, Gina grabbed her wrist tightly, her voice turning grave. “Mia… you couldn't be pre-gnant, could you?”
What?
Mia stared at her in shock.
Then fragmented memories flooded back.
She remembered how she had longed for a child with Timothy over the years. She had visited hospitals frequently for fertility checks, taken countless ovulation-stimulating dr-ugs, but nothing had worked. And perhaps because of those treatments, her periods had always been irregular. But now that she thought about it... when was her last period?
Her brow tightened. Over two months ago.
She had missed periods before, but never with such intense nausea. Gina's question planted a seed of doubt. She decided to go to the hospital and get checked.
Mia stood up, grabbed her clutch, and said hurriedly to Gina, “Rain check.” Then she rushed out of the café.
She called an Uber and headed to the nearest hospital.
Her heart was in knots the entire ride. She twisted her fingers anxiously, wondering over and over: what would she do if she really was pre-gnant?
And if it was just a false alarm…
Mia couldn't finish that thought.
She had always wanted a child. But she wasn’t sure she wanted one at this moment.
Gina called twice, worried, offering to go with her. Mia didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She begged Gina to keep her possible pre-gnancy a secret, then hung up.
At the hospital, the doctor ran several tests.
Three hours later, Mia received the results.
The paper clearly stated: eleven weeks pre-gnant.
Chapter 5 You’re Back
Mia stood outside the hospital, holding the pre-gnancy test results, completely dazed.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined getting pre-gnant just as her marriage was falling apart. It felt as if this tiny life was trying to pull her away from thoughts of divorce.
But... should she really undo what she’d decided?
Was there any point in staying married to Timothy now?
Images of Timothy’s handsome face flashed through her mind again and again—the way he shaved in the morning, the way he focused on his work, the way he laughed at her teasing… and the way desire burned in his eyes when they made10ve.
Every version of him had once made her heart race.
And before Maya returned, he had always been good to her—he never broke his promises, and he prepared gifts for her on every anniversary.
Maybe if Timothy found out she was pre-gnant, he would reevaluate his relationship with Maya and choose to return to his family?
As for herself… Mia wasn’t sure if she could ever forgive Timothy’s betrayal, even for the sake of their child.
People hurried in and out of the hospital, cars roared past the roadside, and the noise only muddled her mind further. She couldn’t find any definite answer.
“Anyway, I have to tell him first. Timothy is the father, after all. He has the right to know,” Mia thought to herself. She took a deep breath and made up her mind silently.
She then ordered an Uber and headed home.
She decided not to overthink, but to act quickly—tell Timothy she was pre-gnant, then wait for his response.
Whatever answer he gave her, Mia believed she could bear it.
Mia opened the front door, intending to look for Timothy in the study. It was Saturday, and he was usually there working.
But as she approached the first-floor study, a coquettish voice drifted down from the master bedroom upstairs.
It was followed by a soft, gentle reassurance.
Timothy was not working in the study as usual; he was with Maya.
Mia’s fingers, clutching the test results, tightened until her knuckles turned white.
She could not bear to see them being intimate. For a moment, she even wanted to keep the pre-gnancy from Timothy entirely.
But in the end, reason overcame emotion. She picked up her phone, ready to send him a text and ask him to come down.
He was the father of her child. And she had once loved him so deeply.
As Mia sat down, typing, Maya’s voice drifted down the stairs nonstop.
“Oh, Tim, I heard from the maid, Fiona, that Mia threw up this morning. Is she alright?” Her voice dripped with false concern, as if she genuinely cared.
Mia’s stomach lurched again. She typed faster, desperate to get this over with.
“It’s nothing serious.” Timothy’s voice rang out. “She just ate something bad. How are you doing today? Did you take your medicine as the doctor ordered? Any discomfort?”
Maya’s voice turned syrupy sweet. “Of course I took it. I feel a bit off… but it’s okay. As long as you’re here, I am good. I’m still worried about Mia.”
Her tone suddenly turned anxious. “Do you think she could be pre-gnant?”
At those words, Mia’s finger froze over the send button.
Her hand holding the phone trembled slightly. She waited nervously for Timothy’s response.
Would he consider the possibility? How would he feel about the child they might have? Would he tell Maya he didn’t want a child with her… or say something else?
Mia’s heart climbed into her throat. Her hand instinctively went to her belly, waiting for the answer—she and her unborn child together.
Moments later, Timothy’s voice came through, sharp and certain. “Impossible. She can’t be pre-gnant.”
Mia’s eyes widened.
What… what did he mean?
Timothy didn’t hesitate for even a second before casually declaring she could never conceive. How could he be so sure?
In that instant, goosebumps broke out all over Mia’s body. A terrifying dread seized her throat, making it almost impossible to breathe.
A horrible thought consumed her. She wanted to run—even though she could not explain why.
Maya’s voice continued, innocent yet cruel. “Why? Tim, you really hate her that much.”
“It has nothing to do with that,” Timothy said coldly. “I’ve been making sure she uses c0ntra-cepti0n.”
“Mia agreed?” Maya sounded surprised. “Why would a gold-digger like her go along with that?”
Timothy’s tone remained light. “She doesn’t know. I just had Fiona slip some mild c0ntra-ceptives into her water dispenser. Now come on, take your vitamins for today. Your health comes first.”
Their voices became a distant murmur, then nothing at all—lost to Mia entirely.
All strength drained from her body. She was just an empty she11, hollowed out completely.
Her child seemed to vanish in that moment too—as if it understood that its father had never wanted it.
Timothy didn’t want a child with her.
Tears slid down Mia’s cheeks. She closed her eyes in despair, holding back the flood.
No. She would not cry for Timothy.
He didn’t deserve her tears.
Mia knew it was all over. She no longer needed to ask anything.
She stuffed the test results into her clutch and turned to leave.
Suddenly, a surprised voice called from behind her. “Mia, you’re back.”
Fiona had just walked out of the storage room and stopped her.
Chapter 6 Don’t Touch Her!
Mia was about to say she had things to do and was leaving right away, when Timothy stepped out of the master bedroom.
He hurried downstairs, his face awkward. “When did you get back, Mia?”
“Just now,” Mia said coldly.
The unease on Timothy's face deepened, but his voice remained steady as ever. “Why didn’t you come upstairs? Did you… hear something?”
Mia hadn’t expected him to ask so directly.
For a split second, a thought flashed through her mind—confront him.
But she crushed it immediately.
It was meaningless.
Now that she knew Timothy had never loved her, not even a little, all accusations felt ridiculous and hollow.
Timothy would never apologize to her.
If he found out she was pre-gnant, he would even force her to ab0rt the child.
Mia instinctively squeezed her clutch tighter. All she wanted now was to hide her pre-gnancy.
“I didn’t hear anything.” She forced a small smile. “I just… wanted to ask what you’d like for dinner. I’ll go grocery shopping.”
She just wanted to leave.
Like she’d cook for them.
She just wanted to find a hotel and stay away for a few days.
Timothy wouldn’t care where she went anyway.
Timothy gestured for her to come in. “Fiona already bought the groceries. Actually… Maya said she wanted your cooking, so I had Fiona prepare everything in advance. Makes it easier on you.”
Mia froze.
Was he expecting her to thank him for his thoughtfulness?
“Fiona also bought your favorite caviar,” Timothy added.
Mia’s lips twitched. She didn’t see anything to be grateful for.
But since she’d managed to hide the pre-gnancy, there was no point arguing with him. It was just one meal. After dinner, she could go back to her room, which would save the money she needed for a hotel.
Mia agreed coldly. “I’ll start cooking soon.”
Timothy’s gaze grew complicated. He seemed about to say something, but Mia didn't want to hear it.
“Fiona, send Maya’s requested menu to my phone. I’ll start cooking after I change,” Mia said as she walked upstairs.
Better to make something she enjoyed than waste time on a man who wasn’t worth it.
No matter what Maya wanted, Mia believed she could handle it. Cooking a meal was far easier than dealing with a man like Timothy.
Mia changed into loungewear, went to the kitchen, put on her cartoon apron, and started cooking exactly as Maya had asked.
She finished five dishes in less than two hours.
Maya walked downstairs, looking at Mia like she was a servant. “Are you going to sit and eat with us?”
Before Mia could reply, Timothy pulled out a chair for her. “You’ve worked hard. Sit and rest. Leave the rest to Fiona.”
A flash of displeasure crossed Maya’s face, but she said nothing and sat down across from Mia.
“Tim, sit here, please? I want to peel shrimp for you.” Maya patted the seat beside her, wanting to stay close to him.
Mia saw right through her and couldn’t care less. She took the seat Timothy offered, picked up her utensils, and focused on her meal.
Timothy seemed distracted. For once, he ignored Maya’s invitation and settled into the head of the table, positioning himself between them.
“Let’s eat,” Timothy said.
Mia ignored him, focusing on cutting her steak.
Maya, however, was anything but quiet. The elegant socialite dissolved into a clinging, helpless mess around Timothy—couldn’t cut her own steak, needed him to pick her favorite vegetables from the salad.
She kept bringing up their past, determined to create a private little world just for the two of them.
Mia was disgusted. She wouldn’t have said a word to Timothy or interrupted them—even without all these acts.
She had already decided to divorce. Why waste any more time on a man she no longer wanted?
She finished her last bite of steak and stood to leave. “I’m done, enjoy your—”
A piercing scream cut her off. Maya clutched her stomach, face contorted in agony, glaring at Mia. \"What did you put in the salad? Mia, I’m only staying here temporarily. Why would you try to kill me?!”
Maya’s expression twisted with what looked like genuine pain, her face draining of color. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead.
Mia froze. She had no idea how this had happened. “Fiona bought all the ingredients. I just cooked them. How could anything be wrong?”
Mia stepped forward to check, but Maya shrieked at her approach. “Ah! Stay away from me! Get lost!”
Mia was completely confused. She reached out to help Maya, explaining, “I just want to know what’s wrong—”
“Don’t touch her!”
Before Mia could finish, Timothy’s rough hand shoved her hard.
Caught off guard, Mia fell backward, one hand instinctively flying to her belly, the other grasping desperately for anything to break her fall.
But Timothy’s strength was overwhelming. Mia hit the floor hard. Her forehead hit the corner of the table, and she let out a muffled cry of pain.
Timothy didn’t notice her at all. His full attention was on Maya.
Mia watched helplessly as he he scooped Maya into his arms, rushing for the door.
When Maya rested her chin pitifully on Timothy’s shoulder, she glanced at Mia from an angle Timothy couldn’t see and raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow in provocation.
In that instant, Mia understood. She had been set up.
Maya had planned to frame her at dinner.
But there was no time to defend herself. Sharp pain exploded in Mia’s lower abd0men, and blood ran down from her forehead.
She clutched her stomach, begging Timothy not to leave.
“It… it hurts… Timothy, help me.” Mia struggled to stand. Even if he wouldn’t stop for her, she could at least beg for a ride to the hospital.
But Timothy didn’t look back. His voice was laced with disgust. “Stop pretending. Maya is in serious condition.”
Holding Maya, he frowned and kicked open the door, as if even one second’s delay would cost her life.
The pleading look in Mia’s eyes faded away. She watched her husband carry another woman and leave without hesitation.
He never looked back at her.
Before leaving, he even took Fiona with him, leaving Mia alone on the cold floor.
The pain in her abd0men intensified. There was no time for heartbreak. Her breath grew shallow. She had to save her child before she passed out.
Summoning her last strength, Mia crawled toward the table and grabbed her phone. Before collapsing to the floor again, she dialed for emergency help.
Chapter 7 Goodbye, Timothy
When Mia woke up, only a young nurse was by her bed.
Her forehead throbbed and her vision was blurry, but she ignored it all and asked at once, “How’s my baby?”
The young nurse, Hannah, gently took her hand and comforted her softly. “Don’t worry, miss. Your baby is safe.” She explained carefully, “You called us right after you were hurt. That quick action made all the difference. If the ambulance had come ten minutes later, the poor little one might not have made it. You just need to stay in the hospital for a while—you lost a lot of blood.”
Mia felt the warmth in her hand, and her racing heart eased a little.
Only a little, not completely.
Even though Hannah tried to reassure her, Mia could tell that although her baby’s life was saved, its health might still be affected. Now that her own body was weak enough to need hospital care, how could her child have escaped all harm?
Mia’s heart ached terribly—not for herself, but for her baby.
Under the covers, her hand pressed to her stomach, and tears fell silently.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy should have protected you,” Mia apologized silently to her child, and promised, “From today on, I swear no one will ever hurt you again.”
Hannah couldn’t help but feel for Mia, seeing her in such pain. She whispered, “Where’s the father? Maybe you can give me his number, and I’ll call him for you.”
Mia could barely lift her hand, let alone make a phone call.
But she shook her head without hesitation. Her voice was weak but absolute. “My baby... doesn’t have a father. He’s dead.”
The moment Timothy had chosen to pick up Maya and leave her behind, he had died in her heart.
She thought to herself bitterly, “Timothy, from now on, there is nothing between us anymore.”
Hannah looked at Mia apologetically, but given her condition, she suggested that Mia ask a friend to come stay with her.
Mia asked her to call Gina. Then she used her last bit of energy to settle the medical bills and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
When she woke up again, Gina was already sitting beside her bed.
Mia didn’t explain anything, and Gina understood her pain without asking.
Mia stayed in the hospital for five days.
During that period, Timothy did not call her once, nor send a single text. It was as if she had never existed in his world at all.
Well, that was how it should have been.
Mia looked at the photos Maya had sent her—every one showing Timothy taking gentle care of Maya.
He fed her beef soup. Knowing she cared about her figure and disliked meat, he patiently picked out every tiny piece of beef.
His handsome profile bathed in sunlight, so tender, so attentive, but none of that had ever belonged to Mia.
Another pr0v0cative text came from Maya. “Tim says you’re wicked. He won’t let you cook for me anymore. He’ll make whatever I want himself.”
Mia stared at the gloating words on the screen. At first, they seemed almost funny. But as she laughed, tears streamed down her face.
Right. She was the villain, the one who had wrecked Timothy and Maya’s perfect love.
She should never have been part of their world. What was there left to hold onto?
Her love for him had always been one-sided. From the very beginning.
Mia dried her last tear, put away her phone, and prepared to leave the hospital.
It felt almost ordinary—like any quiet afternoon on any ordinary day.
She mused bitterly, \"It’s truly over between us, Timothy. You love her, so I’ll let you go. And I’ll find my way back to who I used to be—the confident, proud girl I once was, before all this.”
Mia completed her discharge, then returned home to pick up her already packed luggage.
She left the divorce agreement on the dresser in that tiny guest room. Then she picked up her suitcase and walked out without looking back.
Goodbye, Timothy.
Goodbye, her f001-ish past.
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