Adopted to Biological? Keep Your Golden Child Scapegoat Out novel Chapter 81

Chapter 2

The next morning, Marcus woke me up with his usual sweetness.

“Morning, gorgeous. Made you breakfast.” He kissed my forehead. “Got a huge client meeting today, so I’ll probably be home late.”

I forced a smile. “No worries, work comes first.”

Something flickered in his eyes-probably surprised I wasn’t giving him grief.

“Actually, babe, I might be swamped all week. Don’t read into it or anything.”

“Of course not.” I nodded like the dutiful wife, thinking: Yeah, busy playing house with your side piece.

After Marcus left, I drove straight to his Midtown office.

As a business partner, I had every reason to be there.

Sure enough, there was a young woman at the front desk-Rain Sullivan in the flesh.

She was even more striking in person than in her photos. Long blonde hair, bright eyes, that whole innocent girl-next-door thing going strong.

Who would’ve guessed this sweet-looking college grad was a husband-stealing bitch?

“Hi there! Who can I help you find?” she chirped, all sunshine and rainbows.

“I’m here for Marcus.” I studied her carefully.

She was wearing loose business attire, but I could still make out the small bump. Definitely showing.

“He’s in meetings right now. And you are?”

“Vivian Hartwell.” I dropped my name like a bomb and watched her face go white.

Of course she knew exactly who I was-Marcus’s legal wife.

“Oh! Mrs. Hartwell! Let me buzz him right away.” She fumbled for the phone.

I caught her whispering, “Marcus, your wife is here.”

Seconds later, Marcus came rushing out, looking like he’d seen a ghost.

“Viv! What brings you by?” His eyes darted nervously toward Rain.

“Thought I’d check out your workspace, maybe grab lunch together.” I linked my arm through his.

“Absolutely, let’s hit the restaurant upstairs.” He practically dragged me toward the elevators.

In the elevator, I played dumb: “That receptionist seems nice. How old is she?”

“No clue, some intern who just started. I don’t really pay attention to that stuff.” His answer came way too fast.

Married?

He’s still married to me, but already planning wedding number two?

Rain spotted me and went ghost-white.

“Mrs… Mrs. Hartwell,” she stammered, jumping to her feet.

I walked over with my sweetest smile. “Rain, right? Congratulations on the baby.”

She instinctively covered her bump. “Thank you.”

“The father must be over the moon. He’s treating you well, I hope?”

“Very well,” she whispered, avoiding my eyes.

“Good. You’re young-don’t let some deadbeat take advantage of you.” I gave her a meaningful look before walking away.

Outside the building, I took a deep breath of fresh air.

Rain Sullivan, you think hiding in plain sight makes you untouchable?

Time to show you what happens when you mess with the wrong wife.