Chapter 1

My family has a strict trust fund rule: regardless of gender, every heir must hide their identity and live a humble life. The first descendant to get pregnant and secure the next generation will be the one to inherit the entire family empire.

I was the very first one in my generation to see those two pink lines on the pregnancy test.

The moment I got the positive report, I was so ecstatic that I ran all the way home without even putting on a coat.

With this baby, I could finally stop hiding my identity and end this miserable, penny-pinching life with him.

And his struggling little startup would no longer have to worry about next month’s rent.

But when I pushed the front door open, I saw a woman sitting at our dining table, sipping tea that my husband had brewed for her.

Without even looking up, Ethan Vance said, "Iris is back. Good. Let's get the divorce papers signed."

I quietly slipped the pregnancy test back into my pocket.

What Ethan didn't know was that the "poor, penniless wife" who had suffered by his side stood before a world he could never reach in his entire lifetime.

Fine. I’ll keep the baby, ditch the father, and never see him again.

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