Chapter 2

In the VIP reception room at Cloud Peak, a luxury private hospital, the heating was turned up high, diffusing a faint scent of chamomile.

I held a black card in my hand, preparing to swipe it for that top-tier suite costing $880,000.

The receptionist looked apologetic. "Ms. Stark, I'm terribly sorry, but this suite was just reserved by Mr. Bennett. His wife is pregnant with twins, and Mr. Bennett is so concerned about her that he paid in full immediately."

I froze.

Mr. Bennett?

There weren't many Mr. Bennetts who could drop $880,000 without blinking.

Instinctively, I turned my head, following the receptionist's gaze toward the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the hallway.

With just one glance, all the blood in my body seemed to drain away instantly, freezing into ice.

In front of the windows stood a man.

He wore the black pinstriped suit I had flown to Milan, Italy last week to have custom-tailored and perfectly pressed for him.

His posture was upright, his demeanor cold and dignified.

It was my husband, Damian Bennett.

The same man who, ten minutes ago, had messaged me on Facebook: "Seraphina, I'm in an international video conference, very busy. Be good and give yourself your injection on time."

At this moment, he was looking down, his eyes so tender they could melt.

And nestled in his arms was a young woman wearing a Chanel haute couture maternity dress.

The girl's belly was already swollen high—she looked at least five or six months along.

"Damian, the mattresses at this private hospital aren't soft enough. I'm afraid my back will hurt when I sleep," the girl pouted, complaining sweetly.

Damian immediately put his arm around her waist protectively, his voice coaxing in a way I'd never heard before. "Alright, alright, I'll have someone change it to your favorite brand right away. Summer, you're my top priority right now. You can't be uncomfortable at all."

Lena Summer.

Hearing that name, my mind exploded with a deafening roar.

Damian Bennett's first love—the woman he had pined for for seven whole years, who supposedly went abroad years ago.

When did she come back?

Whose child was in her belly?

Lena Summer giggled, her pale finger poking at Damian's chest. "You only care about the babies. What if Seraphina Stark, that frumpy old hag, finds out? She owns half your company's shares."

Damian sneered, unconcealed disgust flashing in his eyes.

"Finds out? Right now her brain is completely consumed with how to give me a child. Every day she's being tortured like a psycho by those ovarian stimulation injections. She doesn't have time to worry about me."

"Once she's completely wrecked her body, I'll find an excuse to kick her out. Then Bennett Corporation will be all mine. All my money will be yours and the babies'."

He lowered his head and pressed a deep kiss on Lena Summer's forehead.

"Summer, just wait a little longer. Soon, I'll give you the proper status of a wife."