Adopted to Biological? Keep Your Golden Child Scapegoat Out novel Chapter 21

Chapter 1

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband’s buddy asked him with a smirk in French:

“So how’s your little assistant in bed?”

My husband sweetly handed me a slice of cantaloupe before casually answering back in French:

“Young. Tender.”

“You guys better keep your mouths shut. If my wife finds out, she’d be gone in a heartbeat.”

The whole table erupted in laughter, promising to guard his nasty little secret.

I stood frozen, white-knuckling my champagne flute.

What they didn’t know? I spoke fluent French.

What they didn’t know? I’d already caught him cheating.

But instead of confronting him with tears and drama, I’d quietly submitted my application to the National Research Facility-the kind where people vanish without a trace.

He’s terrified I’ll leave him?

Honey, in 72 hours, I won’t just be gone.

I’ll have never existed.

Noticing I hadn’t touched the cantaloupe, Blake Donnelly looked at me with concern, switching to English.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Just minutes ago, he was bragging about his side piece, and now he’s putting on this devoted husband act. Looking at him stare at me like I was his whole world made me sick.

I couldn’t help but wonder just how deep his lies went,

“Nothing. What were you guys talking about?”

Blake naturally squeezed my cheek, flashing that adoring smile.

“Just discussing overseas business. I know you hate work talk, that’s why we switched to French.”

He must’ve been so busy screwing around that he forgot I’d studied abroad in France during college.

The air in the room suddenly felt suffocating. I pushed past him.

“You guys keep chatting. I need some air.”

Without waiting for Blake’s response, I headed straight for the ballroom exit.

Walking through the crowd, I caught bits of whispered conversations:

“That’s Mrs. Donnelly. God, she’s so lucky-not only did they have that massive wedding everyone talked about, but Mr. Donnelly throws her an anniversary party every single year. Talk about relationship goals.”

But now that he was cheating? He wasn’t family anymore.

“Professor, scratch that. Actually, could you have them delete all my info?”

My professor’s surprised voice came through the speaker:

“Wait, what?! If they wipe your records, Meredith Cross basically disappears off the face of the earth. You and Blake seem so happy together-what’s he gonna do when he can’t find you?”

I let out a bitter laugh.

“He’s cheating.”

Dead silence on the other end. Then I heard a long sigh.

“When you called yesterday, I had a feeling something was up with you two. I just didn’t think…”

“Alright. I’ll arrange for the record wipe. Use these three days to handle whatever you need to.”

Hearing my professor agree, I finally felt some relief. With wiped records, I wouldn’t have to waste time on divorce proceedings.

“Thanks, Professor.”

The second I hung up, a familiar voice came from right behind me.

“Who’s cheating?”