The call from the hospital left me reeling. They informed me that my test results had come back, and it turned out my uterine lining was too thin. After a miscarriage, they warned, I might never be able to get pregnant again. They advised me to think carefully before scheduling the procedure.

I felt as though I'd been struck by lightning.

After checking my bank balance, I called my boss at the news department. "I'll take the report on the Moore Group's heir," I said firmly.

My boss' face lit up immediately. "Cecilia, you've finally come to your senses! We've had so many colleagues try and fail. But you, you're our star. With your skills and looks, you're bound to nail it!"

I laid out my terms right away. "If I get it, I want my year-end bonus doubled."

Coverage of high society scandals was always a crowd-pleaser, and the Moore Group's heir master was particularly elusive. There were no photos or details about him online. With the recent news of the impending union between the Moore and Wilson families, every major newspaper was eager to grab any information they could. If we managed to cover the wedding live, the traffic would be through the roof.

Three months ago, there were rumors that the Moore Group's heir had been in a serious car accident and lost his ability to have children. I was not sure how credible that was.

I thought, That crazy woman who came asking for the baby—what was her name again? Oh, right, Leah Wilson. And she's offering me two million. What a coincidence that she shares the same last name as the Wilsons?

My investigative instincts kicked in, and I decided to look into Leah's background.

When her photo appeared on my screen, I gasped. It was her—Leah Wilson.

I realized, If she's Liam's fiancée, then Liam must be the heir of the Moore Group I need to interview.

Everything was starting to come together.

"Damn it!" I couldn't help but curse aloud.

As I was reflecting on everything, it was impossible for me to reconcile the image of Liam with that of a wealthy young heir.

It wasn't that he wasn't attractive; it was just that he was so down-to-earth he didn't fit the image of a high-society playboy at all.

The thought of my unborn child and the looming interview made my head spin.

I wondered, If he really is the one I'm supposed to be covering, can I honestly stay calm and write a piece about him being all lovey-dovey with another woman? Can I report live from his wedding to someone else? What is this, bringing my child to his father's and stepmother's wedding? No, Leah isn't even a stepmother. The moment this baby is born, it'll be branded a bastard.

The thought of it sent chills down my spine.

But the trouble didn't end there. Liam's fiancée, Leah, had set her sights on my baby.

I'd never been one to sit back and let things happen, so I put on a show.

Leah found me outside a shady clinic, looking haggard and pale.

She stared at me with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Did you really go through with it? Did you terminate the pregnancy?"

I flashed her a grin. "What else? Are you planning to give your fiancé to me?"

She shot me a scornful look. "Dream on."

I wasn't fazed. "Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Besides his pretty face, he's practically useless. As a fellow woman, let me give you a tip. Don't let him fool you. Don't end up like me—conned out of money and affection, then dumped. Why would I want to have a child with a jerk like him?"

Leah eyed me with suspicion. "You really don't know his true identity? No wonder. Otherwise, you'd have gone to great lengths to keep the baby, you idiot."

With that, Leah strutted into the clinic.

Soon after, I got a call from the doctor inside. "Ms. Foster, I've followed your instructions. She didn't suspect anything."

"Good."

I hung up and sent the doctor a generous tip, assuring him that I wouldn't expose the clinic or its doctors who moonlighted there.

At that moment, I received a text message: [Cecilia, Leah has pulled all her people off you.]

I replied: [Thanks for the heads-up.]

[However…]

I said: [Yeah?]

[It seems like there were two groups watching you. Stay cautious.]

Two groups? I couldn't figure out who else I might have offended.

After years in this business, no one was better at tailing or spying than I was.

If anything, the biggest oversight was my ex being a wealthy heir.

I thought, Is he that good at hiding his true self, or am I just that gullible?

For three years, he's used me for everything—food, drink, you name it. The more I think about it, the angrier I become. So he was afraid I'd cling to him once I found out his real identity, huh? Well, Liam, you'd better watch out!