Married for eight years, everyone praised me as the luckiest woman in New York high society. My husband was notoriously devoted, showering me with jewelry, buying yachts, and renting out entire private islands just to celebrate my birthday. I, too, tirelessly played the role of the gentle, compliant, and frugal Mrs. Sterling. Even the media dubbed us a rare example of true love emerging from a business marriage. That is, until the day our daughter was born. His little kept woman intentionally had a C-section early to deliver his son, publicly provoking me, the legitimate wife. Naive as I was, I thought he would consider the Sterling family's reputation and send the mother and son abroad. I never expected that he would swap my daughter for that illegitimate son. He even handed me a custody agreement, righteously forcing me to sign it. "I owe her. I have to repay her." "Our daughter will recognize you as her godmother. When she's older, I'll send her to Switzerland for school. Don't worry, she will be a little princess that everyone envies." "And you will always be my wife." I nodded and smiled as I took the pen to sign. He let out a long sigh of relief, thinking I had finally accepted my fate. Little did he know, today was the exact day I had been waiting for. Chapter 1 I handed the signed custody agreement back to Arthur Sterling. He glanced over it and nodded in satisfaction. "Get some good rest." As he reached the door, he looked back once more. "By the way, the boy's name is Leo. The girl... is Chloe." The door clicked shut. The hospital room fell quiet again. I stared at the baby boy in the bassinet, studying him. He was awake, looking right back at me with his big eyes. That little face definitely resembled Arthur, especially the eyes and the bridge of the nose. A wave of nausea surged up my throat, and I covered my mouth, dry heaving. My nanny, Maria, pushed the door open and walked in. When she saw the baby boy in the bassinet, she jumped in shock. "Mrs. Sterling! Didn't you have a baby girl? Why..." I offered a self-deprecating smile. "This is Maya Harper's child." Hearing this, Maria was furious. "Mrs. Sterling! How... how can this be allowed?! Who does that woman think she is? An illegitimate child is now the heir to the Sterling family?" "You went through ten months of pregnancy and a grueling labor to deliver your daughter, and she's just going to be given to some D-list Instagram model to raise?" "This... this is just too much bullying! How could you... how could you agree to this?" Her hands were shaking with anger, her words filled with indignation on my behalf. I looked out the window at the dreary, gray sky, smiling bitterly and shaking my head. "Does it really matter... whether I agree or not?" Maria sighed. "But you are Mrs. Sterling! Is there no law and order anymore?" Law and order? In Arthur Sterling's world, he is the law and order. I closed my eyes, that familiar feeling of powerlessness creeping back up. It didn't matter. My wishes had never mattered. After all, from the very beginning, the person Arthur loved wasn't me. During his years abroad, he had a constant string of women, but Maya Harper was the one who stuck around the longest. She was beautiful, had a killer body, and knew exactly how to play coy, completely bewitching Arthur. But for a top-tier old-money family like the Sterlings, there was no way they'd let a model who made a living flashing skin marry into the family. Old Mr. Sterling, without a second word, ordered him back to the States to meet me. As soon as the news of our arranged marriage leaked, Maya started throwing massive tantrums. To appease her, Arthur funneled all the best entertainment resources from the Sterling Group directly to her. He single-handedly elevated a kept woman who couldn't see the light of day into a massively popular, A-list star. He gave her whatever she wanted, acting as if he'd rip his own heart out to compensate her. And now, he was even giving my child to her. Thinking of this, I pulled out my phone and sent a text to an old friend: [The fish took the bait.] Chapter 2 In the blink of an eye, little Leo turned one month old. The one-month celebration was held at the Sterling family estate. Inside and out, the five-story mansion was adorned with peonies flown in directly from Holland. The champagne tower was stacked even higher than the one at our wedding. Wearing an elegant evening gown, I greeted guests in the ballroom. Arthur held his son, a triumphant, beaming smile on his face. The wife of the Vanguard Group's chairman approached me, raising her glass with a smile. "Mrs. Sterling, you look radiant. You've recovered so quickly." I smiled and thanked her, catching a commotion at the entrance out of the corner of my eye. Maya Harper had arrived. She was wearing a custom Valentino gown with a plunging neckline that went almost down to her navel, looking incredibly sexy. The entire room fell silent for a second, all eyes zeroing in on her chest. A massive pink diamond necklace sparkled brilliantly under the crystal chandeliers. That necklace was the grand finale piece at Sotheby's auction last month, selling for twenty million dollars. The media had reported that Arthur bought it as a "push present" for his wife. Yet now, it was glaringly hanging around Maya Harper's neck. When Arthur saw her, his eyes lit up. He handed the baby to a nanny and walked toward Maya. Maya habitually looped her arm through his, pressing herself tightly against him. Camera flashes erupted like fireworks. The reporters, like sharks smelling blood in the water, swarmed them. "Ms. Harper, what is your relationship with Mr. Sterling?" "Did Mr. Sterling gift you this necklace?" Maya smiled for the cameras. As she raised her hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a hickey on the back of her neck was exposed, glaringly obvious against her pale skin. She tilted her head to look at Arthur, saying shyly, "Mr. Sterling, why don't you answer?" Arthur wrapped an arm around her shoulder and spoke to the cameras. "Maya is the star artist of the Sterling Group's entertainment division. Please don't write any baseless rumors! The company's legal department will pursue any false reporting to the fullest extent." The reporters exchanged skeptical glances, their faces screaming disbelief. But intimidated by the power of the Sterling family, they didn't dare press further and resentfully dispersed. Several society wives gathered around to comfort me. "Stella, don't take it to heart. You know how men are..." "Exactly. Let him play around; at the end of the day, he still has to come home to you." I smiled and nodded. It wasn't until I raised my champagne glass to my lips that I realized my hand was shaking violently. A little champagne spilled onto my hand. It was freezing cold. Maya walked over, her arm still linked with Arthur's. She stood in front of me, looking me up and down. "Stella, you look absolutely beautiful today." I offered a faint smile. "Thank you. You look quite stunning yourself, Ms. Harper." She stepped closer and whispered, "Don't worry, Arthur told me. You will always be his wife. No one can replace you." As she spoke, she purposefully touched the necklace around her neck. I pointed to the necklace. "Worthy of an eight-figure pink diamond. Very flashy." "Right?" she let out a light laugh. "Arthur said it suits me perfectly. Unlike you—it would just look old and dated on you." Arthur frowned slightly. "Maya." "Just joking," Maya tugged at his arm playfully. "Stella won't mind, right?" I nodded. "I don't mind." That night, Twitter blew up. #MayaHarperHickey# #NewYorkSocietyPrincessOvershadowed# #ArthurSterlingMayaHarperIntimate# My name was sandwiched in between, utterly ridiculous. Chapter 3 Arthur didn't come home until late into the night. He paused when he saw me. "You're still awake?" I smiled. "Waiting for you." He walked over to the bed and said softly, "Next month, I want to take Maya and Leo to Switzerland for a vacation." I put my phone down and replied nonchalantly, "Sure, have a great time. Take lots of pictures." "You... you've changed," he said, looking at me, hesitating. I looked up at him. "Have I?" He stared into my eyes, speaking earnestly. "You didn't use to be like this. Back then, there was light in your eyes. Now... it's like you don't care about anything anymore." I scoffed inwardly. Of course I changed. From the day Arthur swapped my daughter at the hospital, that Stella Hayes died. The person living now is nothing but a walking corpse wearing a mask of docile obedience. But I just smiled. "People change. You've changed too, haven't you?" Arthur let out a heavy sigh. He stood up, walked to the door, then turned back. "If you want to go, you can come with us." I shook my head. "No thanks. I have things to handle at the company." After Arthur left, I immediately shed that mask of docility. While he was off having a blast in Switzerland, I turned around and enrolled in the top Executive MBA program in the city. The coursework was brutal, but I relished every second of it. Maya, however, hadn't forgotten about me. Every few days, she'd send me photos of them looking intimate, occasionally accompanied by a few boastful remarks. I patiently replied to every single one, even complimenting her photography skills. My calmness seemed to confuse her. She probably found it boring, so she eventually stopped sending them. When Arthur returned to the States, he clearly noticed the change in me. He likely assumed my "understanding" behavior was a compromise born of total despair, and miraculously, he actually tried to make amends. A Birkin bag one day, a Michelin-starred dinner reservation the next. Even his tone became ingratiating. One time, he got drunk and held my hand, saying, "Stella, can we go back to how things used to be?" I pulled my hand away and smiled. "How did things use to be? I've forgotten." The light in his eyes instantly died. No matter what he said or did now, it couldn't stir even a ripple in my heart. I was just waiting for the right moment to take back everything that belonged to me. Chapter 4 For Chloe's fourth birthday, Arthur made an exception and allowed her to celebrate at our house. I got up early to bake a cake for her. I had just finished whipping the frosting when Maria frantically knocked on the kitchen door. "Mrs. Sterling, Chloe is here!" I didn't even bother wiping my hands as I hurried out. As soon as I reached the living room, I heard the disjointed notes of a piano. In the distance, I saw my daughter, wearing a beautiful princess dress, sitting on the piano bench playing. Maya leaned over and asked her, "Does Chloe like playing the piano?" Chloe nodded enthusiastically, answering in her sweet, toddler voice, "I love it!" "Then we'll play it all the time from now on, okay?" Maya smiled and stroked her hair. Chloe was even more thrilled, shouting, "Okay!" She was so excited that she accidentally knocked over the amethyst vase sitting next to the piano. The vase crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Everyone froze. Maya's face changed instantly. She grabbed Chloe's arm, yanked her off the bench, and raised her hand, delivering a hard slap. SMACK! A crisp, loud sound. Chloe's head snapped to the side from the force, a red handprint rapidly blooming on her cheek. She stood stunned for two seconds before bursting into loud wails. That crying sounded like a sharp blade, stabbing into my heart over and over again. I charged forward. Maya was still yelling, "You little brat! Do you know how much that vase costs?! Mr. Sterling had that custom-made just for me!" She raised her hand to strike again. I grabbed the cake knife from the dining table. Before her hand could fall, I seized her wrist and twisted it viciously. Maya screamed and stumbled backward, and I pinned her against the piano. The piano let out a chaotic jumble of discordant notes. I pressed the knife against her throat and demanded fiercely, "Do you want to die?" The living room erupted into chaos. Little Leo started crying in terror, and the nanny rushed to pick him up. Maya struggled frantically trying to escape. I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her back, and delivered several vicious slaps across her face! SMACK! SMACK! The sharp sounds were piercingly loud in the chaotic living room. She screamed and tried to protect her face. I backhanded her hard across the mouth, and blood immediately seeped from her lip. "You dare hit me! Arthur! Arthur, save me!" she screamed hysterically. I raised my hand, fully intending to keep teaching this reckless idiot a lesson. "Stella Hayes, stop!" Arthur stood in the doorway, glaring at me coldly. Maya screamed for help. "Arthur, save me! She's trying to kill me!" I pressed down hard on Maya, looking at Arthur, and roared, "If Maya Harper ever shows her face in our house again, I will kill her!" "What did you say?" Arthur frowned. I scoffed coldly. "I don't repeat myself!" Arthur was stunned. He had probably never seen me like this—eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on my hands, acting like a mother wolf protecting her cub. Chloe ran over and hugged my leg. "Godmother..." Maya used the distraction to struggle. I applied pressure with my hand, and she instantly stopped moving. "Arthur!" she cried out. "Are you just going to watch her bully me?" Arthur remained silent for a long time. So long that Maya's crying began to trail off. Finally, he spoke. "Take her back." The bodyguards standing nearby were also stunned. "Are you deaf?!" Arthur's voice rose. Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, and only then did I release my grip. They hauled Maya up. She glared at Arthur in disbelief. "Arthur? You're treating me like this?" Arthur looked away. "Just go home for now." "Arthur Sterling! You—" She was dragged out, her curses fading into the distance. That night, for the first time ever, Arthur didn't go to comfort Maya. He leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. I lay on the other side of the bed, my back turned to him. In the darkness, he suddenly spoke up. "You were too impulsive today." I didn't say anything. "However..." he paused. "Maya was definitely out of line, but I believe she didn't mean to do it." I sneered. "She hit my daughter, so of course it doesn't hurt you." He sighed. "Don't say that. Chloe is my daughter too, how could I not feel bad for her?" I let out a cold laugh, choosing not to expose his lie, and just said, "Go to sleep." He shifted closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me from behind. It was an intimate posture, just like a real married couple. But all I felt was disgust. Chapter 5 On the first day of spring, Arthur surprisingly had some free time and suggested taking the kids to the country club. The men headed out to the golf course, while the wives sat in the lounge area, sipping tea and chatting. Chloe sat next to me, drinking orange juice. "Chloe, is your godfather good at golf?" Mrs. Bennett asked curiously. Chloe set her cup down and said earnestly, "My godfather doesn't know how to play golf, but my daddy does." "Really?" "Really." Chloe nodded. "My daddy said he hit a hole-in-one when he was 18, and he gave that little white golf ball to my mommy." The room fell completely silent. The wives exchanged knowing glances. Arthur never played golf. He considered the sport a waste of time. His expertise lay in the stock market; he knew absolutely nothing about what happened on a golf course. But his biggest rival, Julian... excuse me, Harrison Thorne, was an expert. Harrison had grown up in Hong Kong, where golf was practically mandatory. Fifteen years ago, at a charity golf tournament. Arthur, trying to save face, forced himself onto the course and ended up making a complete fool of himself. But Harrison, with a casual swing, sent the little white ball flying in a perfect arc, landing squarely in the hole. The crowd erupted in cheers. Harrison took off his white glove and, in front of everyone, handed the golf ball, signed with his name, to me, sitting right next to Arthur. Arthur's face was so dark he looked ready to commit murder. Later, I hid that little white golf ball in the jewelry cabinet in my walk-in closet. My thoughts snapped back to the present. As I turned to pour Chloe some more juice, I caught a glimpse of Arthur standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. He had heard every single word. Chapter 6 That night, Arthur went straight to his study as soon as we got home. By 10 PM, he still hadn't come back to the bedroom. I went downstairs to get some water and saw the light in the study was still on. I pushed the door open. Arthur was sitting at his computer, the country club's membership list displayed on the screen. "Still awake?" I asked. He looked up at me, his voice low. "What did Chloe mean by what she said today?" I held my water glass, feigning confusion. "What did she say?" Arthur stood up and walked over to me. "She said her daddy hit a hole-in-one and gave the golf ball to her mommy." "When have I ever hit a hole-in-one? When have I ever given you a golf ball?" I pretended to think for a moment. "She probably saw it in some cartoon. Kids can't tell the difference between reality and TV." "Is that so?" Arthur sneered. "Stella, are you sure?" "What else could it be?" I shot back. "Do you really think I have a lover who plays golf and hits holes-in-one?" Even I was surprised by how sharp my words sounded. It was very unlike my usual self. Arthur was taken aback too. He stared at me, stared for a long time, and finally waved his hand. "Forget it. Go to sleep." Although I obediently went to bed, he didn't sleep. Over the next few days, he launched a frantic investigation. He questioned the club manager, checked my credit card statements, and interrogated anyone who interacted with me regularly. Just as Arthur was about to dig deeper, Maya threw a massive fit. She marched right into the Sterling Group headquarters, dragging Leo behind her, and caused a huge scene at the front desk. I happened to be waiting for the elevator and heard the chaos outside. "I want to see Arthur Sterling! Now! Immediately!" "Ms. Harper, Mr. Sterling is in a meeting..." "I don't care about his meeting! Tell him to come out here!" I walked over and saw Maya, her hair a mess, her eyes swollen like walnuts. Little Leo was hiding behind a chair, crying in fear. Employees formed a circle around them, no one daring to step forward. When Maya saw me, she got even more riled up. "Stella Hayes! Arthur doesn't love you at all! He should have divorced you and married me ages ago!" Before I could even respond, Arthur yelled sternly, "Maya, what the hell are you doing?!" "I'm making a scene?!" Maya shrieked. "Arthur Sterling, you said you'd marry me as soon as I gave you a son! Look how big Leo is now! How much longer do I have to wait?!" Dead silence. Utter, dead silence. The employees lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't heard a thing. Arthur grabbed Maya's arm and dragged her toward the elevator. "We'll talk upstairs!" "No! We are settling this right here, right now!" Maya struggled. "If you don't get a divorce, I'm going to leak everything—" "Shut up!" Arthur cut her off fiercely, shoving her into the elevator. The spectacle was over, but the news spread like wildfire. Arthur was completely overwhelmed. Maya was throwing tantrums every day, and the media, catching wind of the drama, started digging up the luxury mansions and sports cars she had received over the years. Arthur was busy trying to pacify her and suppress the news, temporarily putting his investigation into Harrison Thorne on hold. I took advantage of this window to set my next steps in motion. When we got married, Arthur gave me 5% of the Sterling Group's shares, and transferred a bit more to me over the years. Combined with the shares my family originally held, I now controlled 20%. I had already prepared the transfer agreements for these shares. That night, Arthur came home later than usual. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he threw a stack of photos onto the floor in front of me. I stepped closer to look, my breath catching in my throat. The photos were all of me and Harrison Thorne. I offered a faint smile. "Just catching up over dinner with an old friend. Was it really worth hiring someone to stalk me?" Arthur picked up a photo of Harrison and me hugging and sneered. "Is this how 'old friends' act? Stella, do you take me for an idiot?" I ignored him and turned to go take a shower. He grabbed my arm and roared, "Answer my question!" "What exactly is your relationship with Harrison Thorne?"
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