She Cheated With Her Secretary, I Married Her Rival

From the back cover

The day before my father’s funeral, the butler quietly approached with a troubled face and handed me an email accusing my wife of cheating.

"Young master, Miss Silva has give birth and the child is calling another man daddy."

Dione Silva offered no explanation. Her voice remained calm, almost indifferent.

"You should focus on your father’s funeral first."

The next day, she didn’t show up to pay her respects. Instead, she called.

"Rupert is with me at the postpartum care center, so I won’t be attending the funeral."

I stayed silent. She paused, then spoke sweetly, as if coaxing me after a minor argument.

"Don’t worry, the child was just an accident. Rupert doesn’t want to ruin our marriage, he just wants me to keep the baby for him."

"But I’m still the child’s mother. I can’t just give birth and not raise it. I’ll stay at his place to take care of the baby on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and I’ll come home on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."

I clenched my fist and let out a bitter laugh.

"No need. We never even registered the marriage. I hope you two live happily ever after."

Dione sneered and replied, "Atticus Hollis, your father just died. Stop making a scene with me."

I ended the call without a word and turned to face Dione’s greatest rival.

"Marry me. I’ll help you destroy the Silva family. Deal?"