Adopted to Biological? Keep Your Golden Child Scapegoat Out novel Chapter 80

Chapter 1

At 3 AM, my husband’s sleep talking woke me up: “…baby, daddy’s buying you and mommy a new house tomorrow.”

Hold up-WE DON’T HAVE KIDS.

I shook him awake: “What did you just say?”

He just rolled over: “Just a nightmare, go back to sleep.”

Something was OFF. Like, majorly off.

But I didn’t push it. Instead, I quietly grabbed his phone-

Clue #1: His Venmo showed a fifty-thousand-dollar transfer from three months ago, with a note: “Down payment.” Recipient: Rain Sullivan.

Clue #2: I searched that name on Instagram. Same day as the transfer, she’d posted an ultrasound photo with the caption: [Little angel is already three months along! Daddy says we’ll live in a big house.]

I immediately screenshot everything and sent it to my dad: [Dad, your precious son-in-law didn’t just cheat-he’s got a bastard kid on the way.

I’m gonna make him leave with NOTHING!]

Dad texted back almost instantly:

[That son of a bitch! Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m calling our attorney right now. Nobody crosses the Hartwell family and lives to tell about it!]

Fighting back nausea, I kept scrolling through Rain Sullivan’s feed.

One month ago: [Picked out our love nest today! The location is chef’s kiss! Thank you babe for giving me and our little one such a perfect home.]

The photo showed her arm-in-arm with Marcus at some fancy real estate office in Westchester. She was wearing a form-fitting dress that showed off her bump, beaming at the camera.

Marcus had his arm around her waist, looking at her with a tenderness I’d never seen before.

Two months ago: [Babe says me and baby are his whole world, and he’s gonna give us everything. This steak is divine!]

The picture was from some upscale steakhouse-the kind of place that serves Wagyu beef I could never justify buying.

As heir to Hartwell Industries, I had resources he couldn’t even imagine!

First, I needed to know everything about Rain Sullivan.

Through a private investigation firm, I got her complete background within hours.

Rain Sullivan, 23, recent graduate from some no-name state school in Ohio, working as a receptionist at Marcus’s company.

Lower-middle-class family from Cleveland-both parents work blue-collar jobs.

Classic gold-digger trying to social climb her way out of mediocrity.

What really pissed me off was her start date at Marcus’s firm: exactly six months after our wedding.

So she’d targeted a married man from day one.

That conniving bitch!