The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 3

That single word fell lightly from Garrison's lips, almost soundless.

But it felt like a serrated blade driving straight through Sloane's heart.-

Truthfully, she wasn't surprised by his reaction. Garrison had always fiercely protected his adopted sister, Quinn. In a high-stakes setting like this, he would naturally shield Quinn's identity rather than throw her to the media wolves.

Under normal circumstances, regardless of how much he pampered Quinn or how brutally he neglected his actual wife, Sloane could endure it.

But today was different.

She had just been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. She likely wouldn't live past a year.

In her most vulnerable moment, when she desperately needed her husband's comfort, she had to watch him stand on a global stage and tacitly claim another woman as his wife...

Meanwhile, at the bustling Nobel banquet.

Amidst the crowded hall, five-year-old Archie Foster had clearly witnessed his father's interaction with the press.

His dark, round eyes widened. His dad hadn't denied that Quinn was his wife! Did that mean his dad was finally admitting to everyone that Quinn... could be his mom?

Archie absolutely adored the gentle and brilliant Quinn.

In his young mind, Quinn and his father were cut from the same cloth. They were doctors saving the world, brilliant scientists who benefited humanity! They weren't like his real mother, who hadn't even finished college and seemed to know nothing. She was practically illiterate to him.

He had always harbored a secret wish: to grow up and be just as exceptional as his dad and Quinn.

Emboldened by his father's tacit approval, Archie squeezed Quinn's hand tightly. He looked up at her with bright, pleading eyes, his voice soft and sweet.

"Quinn, let's go find Dad."

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