The Billionaire's Secret Heirs: Divorcing the Man Who Betray

"Mrs. Wade, your IVF cycle was a complete success this time."

"Both you and the baby are healthy."

Claire Bennett sat in the fertility clinic, gripping her ultrasound printout, and for the first time in weeks, real relief broke through the tension in her face.

"Thank god. Two rounds of IVF, and it was finally worth it."

She thought back to her first failed transfer how she'd quietly gone back for a second attempt without telling her husband, terrified of disappointing him.

This time, it had worked.

Claire stood to leave, then paused. "Dr. Lawson please don't mention the first failed cycle to my husband. I don't want him carrying that weight for no reason."

She remembered the day she'd learned both her fallopian tubes were blocked. The floor had seemed to drop out from under her until Nathan took her hand and said, "Don't be scared. We'll do IVF. I'm not going anywhere."

Even her doctor had said it: Mr. Wade is one in a million.

Two rounds of IVF was a small price for a husband like that, a marriage like theirs, a family finally coming together. Claire believed it. Every bit of it.

She left the clinic planning to drive straight to Wade Enterprises and tell Nathan the good news in person.

The office was quiet lunch hour, she guessed, since she passed almost no one in the hallway.

The door to Nathan's office was open a crack. Claire raised her hand to knock then froze.

A familiar voice drifted out, laced with amusement.

"Nathan, man, that was a genius move."

"Get your wife knocked up for Vanessa. If she ever finds out it's your kidhers and Vanessa's growing in her belly, she's gonna lose it."

Claire's hand stopped mid-air.

Lucas Hart. Nathan's oldest friend.

Had she heard that right?

Nathan's voice came back, cool and unbothered. "Lose it? Over what?"

"What right does she have to lose it?"

"If she hadn't schemed to run Vanessa off, Vanessa wouldn't have broken up with me and moved out of the country in the first place."

"This is what Claire owes me. What she owes Vanessa."

"Besides it's an honor. Carrying my child. Hers and mine."

Claire stood rooted to the floor, like something had struck her.

The blood drained from her face. Her hand drifted to her stomach.

I'm hearing this. This is real. This is happening.

Lucas: "But man, your wife's been through six months of hell for this."

Nathan's voice went colder. "Vanessa's health is fragile. She's terrified of pain. You want her to go through a pregnancy like that?"

"And"

His voice dropped lower. "Hasn't Claire always wanted my child?"

"My kid with Vanessa is my kid. Same thing."

Lucas let out a low whistle. "Ruthless, man."

"Don't call it heartless," Nathan said. "Once she delivers safely, I'll cut her a check. Compensation."

"What if she"

Nathan already knew where that sentence was going. He cut him off, sharp: "There's no 'what if.' She does not find out."

"Nothing happens to my child with Vanessa. Nothing."

Claire didn't remember walking away.

She came to in the stairwell, her whole body shaking so hard she had to grip the railing to stay upright.

The baby she'd nearly killed herself trying to conceive it belonged to her husband and his first love.

She was never a wife. She was a surrogate who didn't know she'd signed up for the job.

All that tenderness. All those *"I'm here, don't be scared"* moments.

A performance. Every second of it.

Wait.

Claire's mind snapped back to something real: her first transfer had failed. The pregnancy she was carrying now was from the *second* round the one she'd gone back for secretly, without Nathan's knowledge.

Which meant the fertilized embryo used in that second round hadn't been prepared with him in the room. It had come from a separate egg retrieval.

So whose baby was actually in her belly? Hers? Or theirs?

"No."

"I need the truth. Now."

She wiped her face hard with the back of her hand and headed for her car.

Back at the clinic, Claire went straight to Dr. Lawson's office. The door was unlocked. She pushed it open and found him mid-lecture, tearing into a young nurse.

The nurse was crying, shoulders shaking, stammering out an explanation. "Dr. Lawson, I swear it wasn't on purpose it was my first time pulling from the sperm bank, I misread the label"

The door creaking open cut her off. Dr. Lawson spun around.

The second he saw Claire, the anger drained out of his face replaced by something closer to panic.

The nurse went dead silent, clutching the hem of her scrubs, head bowed.

Claire's voice came out flat. Ice-cold. "Dr. Lawson. I don't have time for whatever this is. Whose baby is inside me?"

Dr. Lawson went pale as paper. "Mrs. Wade you know?"

"It was it was a mix-up."

He gestured at the nurse cowering in the corner. "She's new. Two months ago, on the sperm bank pickup she grabbed the wrong sample."

"I only just caught it. It's already too late to undo."

Wrong sample.

Claire's stomach dropped.

Before she could ask another question, Dr. Lawson's eyes flicked to her stomach and the words tumbled out. "The baby you're carrying the biological father isn't Mr. Wade."

Her heart stopped cold.

"Then whose is it? And the egg is it even mine?"

"Tell me everything," Claire said. "Or I'll sue this hospital into the ground. I mean it."

Dr. Lawson swallowed hard. "It's yours the egg is yours. But the sperm isn't Mr. Wade's."

He slid a folder across the desk. "It belongs to Jonathan Reid. Of Reid Industries."

"Two years ago, Mr. Reid nearly died in an accident. His family's had one heir for five generations running, so they had his sperm collected and frozen here, just in case. After he recovered, the family never came back for it it just stayed in storage."

"Your first transfer failed because Mr. Wade's sample had quality issues, and there were problems with the eggs retrieved that round too. When you came back for round two, we retrieved fresh eggs from you which you know."

"But during preparation, the same nurse pulled the wrong vial again."

"So the baby is yours. It's just... not your husband's."

The blood left Claire's body all at once.

In the span of a single afternoon, her entire life had been turned inside out twice.

First: she was nothing but a womb for her husband and his first love.

Second: fate had scrambled things so badly that the baby he thought was his the one from round one had never existed. And the baby she was actually carrying, from her secret second round, belonged to a stranger.

What kind of sick joke was this?

She pressed a hand to her still-flat stomach. Nathan's face flickered through her mind one version tender, murmuring I'm here, the other cold, saying it's an honor to carry my child.

Two faces, laid over each other. Her stomach turned. She thought she might actually be sick.

If Nathan and Vanessa hadn't lost their own embryo, I'd be carrying my husband's baby with another woman right now.

The thought alone made her want to scream.

Claire stopped crying. She wiped her face clean, and when she looked up, her eyes had gone flat and cold.

Dr. Lawson and the nurse didn't dare speak.

Claire walked up to him. "No one outside this room hears about today. Understood?"

"Mrs. Wade, we" Dr. Lawson started, but her look cut him off.

"I'll let your mistake slide. For now."

"But if one word of this leaks one I will sue this hospital until there's nothing left. Your license gets pulled, Dr. Lawson, and you never practice medicine again. And you" she looked at the nurse, "a documented, concealed medical error like this could put you in prison for years."

Dr. Lawson's knees nearly buckled. The nurse burst into fresh tears. "We won't say anything, Mrs. Wade! I swear!"

Dr. Lawson stammered out the same promise, voice shaking.

Claire didn't look at either of them again.

Small mercy: the baby is mine.

Not Nathan and Vanessa's.

Hers. Only hers.

As for the Reid family as long as this stayed buried, no one would ever need to know.

She took a breath and walked out.

Divorce. There was no other option now.

She wasn't spending one more second in that house, in that family that had used her like a tool.

And Nathan a man built entirely out of lies. She couldn't even look at his face without wanting to gag.

The baby was hers. She'd carry it, deliver it, raise it right.

From this point forward, she lived for herself. And for her child. No one else.

Claire dragged herself through the front door of the house she'd shared with Nathan, and the motion-sensor lights flicked on in the empty entryway.

Nobody home.

The place she'd once called safe now looked like exactly what it was a cage Nathan had kept her in.

She didn't wait. She went straight to the bedroom and started packing.

Opening the closet, she realized how little she actually owned.

Back when she'd still been believed to be the Bennett family's missing heiress, the Wades had come courting them eager to lock in the business alliance, treating her like the perfect daughter-in-law.

Even Vanessa Reed, Nathan's first love, had been pushed out by the Wade family for coming from the wrong kind of background. She'd taken a payout and left the country.

Nathan, never told the real reason, believed Vanessa had schemed her way out of the relationship which is exactly why he'd gone along with his family's plan and married Claire.

Then, only months into the marriage, the truth came out: Claire wasn't the Bennett family's real daughter. She was a switched-at-birth fraud.

The Bennetts dropped her instantly and went looking for their actual daughter.

The Wades did a full one-eighty. Without the Bennett name behind her, she was worthless as a marriage alliance.

Overnight, she became a problem the Wade family wanted gone. Her mother-in-law, Diane Wade, made it her mission to humiliate Claire into filing for divorce herself clearing space for a "real" daughter-in-law.

Claire shut her eyes, shoved a few pieces of clothing into her suitcase, and had just zipped it closed when her phone rang. Diane Wade.

"Claire. Have you forgotten what today is? Get over here. Now."

"You'll regret it if you're late for this."

The line went dead.

Claire's jaw tightened.

She'd forgotten it was her weekly obligation to show up at the Wade estate.

Ever since Diane found out Claire wasn't a real Bennett, she'd treated her like garbage that had wandered in off the street. Constantly reminding her she was a discarded nobody who refused to let go of the Wades' precious son.

But the marriage was legal. Nathan wouldn't sign the papers.

So Diane settled for making her life hell instead.

She conveniently forgot that the Wades had begged for this marriage in the first place.

Funny how fate worked. Now they wanted her erased.

Everyone in that house wanted her gone except Nathan's grandmother, the ailing family matriarch, currently living at a care facility, who visited every week and had always had a soft spot for Claire.

Thinking of the old woman's warmth, Claire got back in her car and drove to the Wade estate anyway.

The second she walked through the door, Diane started throwing things.

"Oh, so you decided to show up."

"Why don't you just disappear for good?"

"Nothing but bad luck, this one."

Claire sidestepped an apple as it rolled across the floor.

Furious that she'd dared to dodge, Diane stormed forward, hand raised to slap her.

Claire caught her wrist mid-air.

"Enough."