Chapter 3

Blake instantly fell silent, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

The numerous high-ranking officials and their families present were utterly stunned, oblivious to what was happening.

In the frozen atmosphere, a baby's cry suddenly jolted everyone.

Brenda quickly took the baby to soothe him, then immediately turned her wrath on me.

"Skylar! You crazy woman, you're divorced, how dare you still come here to harass my son! Get out of here if you know what's good for you, or if you offend some important official, you'll end up in jail!"

Mrs. Thompson then added, sharply, "No, even if you are Commissioner Blake's ex-wife, you can't just assault someone in public! Seriously, this is assaulting an officer!"

As soon as my identity was revealed, the hall erupted. The crowd clamored about locking me up and teaching me a lesson.

But I frowned, grabbing Blake's collar, about to demand why I, his legitimate wife, had suddenly become his ex-wife.

Seraphina, however, quickly burrowed into Blake's arms, her eyes welling up with tears, on the verge of sobbing as she looked at me.

"Sister Skylar... Blake has already divorced you. Why do you still keep bothering us...?"

Her tears streamed down relentlessly, almost performatively. "It's all my fault. I'll give Blake back to you, okay...?"

At her words, Blake's face abruptly darkened. He suppressed his rage and snapped at me, "Skylar! I told you I'm not getting back together with you! Stop harassing us!"

"Get out before I lose my patience! I don't have time for this!"

With that, Blake gestured, and several police officers rushed forward to forcibly escort me out.

As I struggled, I stumbled, bumping into Brenda.

But the moment I glimpsed the baby's face in her arms,

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning!

The baby Brenda was holding, supposedly Seraphina's child, was my Leo, my firstborn, whom I'd labored for seven agonizing hours to bring into the world!

But my baby had died three months ago, and Blake himself had cremated him—

Blake... My breath hitched, a wave of intense pain surging in my eyes.

Goddamn Blake! He faked our child's death to give him to Seraphina to raise!

"Give me back my child! He's my Leo!"

My teeth clenched, grinding audibly, I snatched the swaddled baby, shoving Brenda aside. I gently cooed to the crying infant, my heart aching, tears streaming down my face.

Seraphina suddenly panicked, crying as she lunged to snatch the baby back.

Her voice was choked and trembling:

"Skylar, he's not your child!"

"I know Leo died, and you've gone mad with grief. Even after the divorce, you kept harassing Blake to have another baby..."

"I pitied your loss and was lenient with you, but you can't steal my child!"

"Please, I beg you, leave our family alone... I can divorce Blake, just please give me back the baby!"

At her words, Blake's expression tightened with pain. He tightly gripped Seraphina's shoulders, warning her, "Seraphina, I forbid it!"

"Don't even think about divorce. No one can break up our family of three."

"What about me?!" I roared, cutting him off.

Watching the two of them passionately declare their love, I pointed to my heavily pregnant belly, speaking each word to the man.

"Blake, I'm carrying your child. Cheating on me right in front of my face, and calling me your ex-wife – aren't you disgusted with yourself?!"

His Adam's apple bobbed. He looked at me, his eyes evasive.

Seraphina's tears instantly flowed harder, as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice. She turned to the guests, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, everyone. Sister Skylar is Blake's ex-wife. After she suffered a difficult labor and lost her child, she went mad."

"Later, she kept pestering Blake to have a baby. When he refused, she found a bunch of lowlifes to... to conceive a child..."

"Blake, out of lingering affection, often looked after her, but I never thought she would try to force him to acknowledge an illegitimate child, and... and threaten us to divorce..."

Her words instantly ignited the anger of the crowd.

The wealthy women immediately sneered and shouted, "Crazy whore, she's trying to claim it all! Someone! Get this hussy out of here now!"

Cradling the baby in my arms, I let out a cold laugh, utterly furious.

My gaze turned to Seraphina, cold as ice.

"Who's the one playing innocent while being a whore, Seraphina? Don't you have any self-awareness? Do I need to remind you how much you sold one milliliter of your blood for?"

"Wasn't it you who took thirty million from me, then knelt before me, begging for a stable, secure job?"

Seraphina's face grew paler and paler as I spoke, but I didn't stop.

"What, did Blake not pay you enough for keeping you? So you're coming to smash my bowl now?"

"You, a mistress, trying to play the part of the legitimate wife – doesn't your face hurt from all that pretense?"

Before I could finish, my heavily pregnant belly was abruptly struck, sending me stumbling.