The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 113

Chapter 2 

The bedroom door closed decisively before he could identify the bitter feeling rising in his chest. 

Seven more days, Ethan Ferrers. Then I won’t be waiting anymore. 

As I expected, Ethan didn’t return that night, but feeling the cold emptiness on his side of the bed still made my heart sink. 

A persistent knocking at my door grew increasingly louder. 

I opened it to find one of the Ferrers‘ housekeepers looking at me with undisguised contempt. 

“Mrs. Ferrers says to bring the boy to the Ferrers estate,” she said curtly. 

Ethan’s mother had never approved of me. 

No matter how I tried to explain our handfasting ceremony–she saw me as nothing but a loose woman living with her grandson without a proper marriage license. 

Then her disapproval extended to my son as well. 

With such attitudes from the matriarch, the household staff naturally followed suit. 

When we arrived at the grand Ferrers estate, I was surprised to find the entire Ferrers family gathered. 

Ethan, who had disappeared for the night, stood beside Victoria, supporting her with tender attentiveness in his eyes. 

Mrs. Ferrers beamed at Victoria, her face practically glowing with joy: 

“Victoria is finally pregnant! Now that all family members are present, it’s time to fulfill the promise made six months ago!” 

The most respected elder of the family stepped forward and publicly announced Ethan’s position as the Ferrers family heir. 

“Now that the Ferrers family has secured its future, let’s set a date for the wedding.” 

I looked up to see everyone’s eyes on Victoria–including Ethan’s. 

He caressed Victoria’s stomach intimately, his expression gentle: “I’m going to be a father.” 

Not “I’m going to be a father again,” but “I’m going to be a father.” 

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The Black Swan’s Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Ge 

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Chapter 2 

My heart clenched with bitterness, unconsciously tightening my grip until my son’s small voice broke through the hall: “Mom, that hurts.” 

I quickly released his hand, noticing the redness spreading across his tiny fingers. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart…. are you okay?” 

My son’s words drew everyone’s attention. 

The elder frowned. 

“If word gets out that the Ferrers heir fathered a child without being married, it’ll be a PR nightmare for the family.” 

“Just some tramp’s kid,” someone muttered dismissively. 

Ethan’s mother shot me an icy glare. “From now on, we’ll tell everyone he’s just a adopted boy.” 

She had always despised me, and that hatred naturally extended to my son. 

The whole scheme of having Ethan father children with Victoria to secure the family inheritance had been her mastermind plan from the beginning. 

Now that Victoria was pregnant, my son had become even more disposable. 

Ethan removed his arm from around Victoria’s waist. “Mom, that’s going too far,” he protested, but as he started toward me, Victoria subtly pulled him back to her side. 

I saw it clearly. Taking my son’s hand, I approached Mrs. Ferrers: 

“As you wish. From now on, Oliver will no longer be Ethan’s son.” 

I knelt in front of my son, my eyes brimming with tears: 

“Sweetheart, you can’t call him ‘Daddy‘ anymore. You must call him ‘Uncle Ethan,‘ understand?” 

Ethan froze, knowing that for the past six months, our son had been the main reason I stayed, and he searched my eyes desperately for any sign of hesitation but found none. 

Too young to understand such complexities, my son’s face turned red with tears. 

I hurriedly led Oliver toward the exit, only to be stopped by Victoria’s voice: 

“Freya, I’ve heard wearing the emerald pendant brings good luck for pregnancy. Ethan’s been searching for days without finding one. I never imagined you’d have such a beautiful piece!” 

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