
He Moved His Assistant HomeAfter the IVF procedure worked, I finally got pregnant and flew back from overseas, hoping to surprise my husband, Rob Balmer, with the news I'd been waiting so long for.
A friend tipped me off that while I'd been abroad, Rob had taken on a new personal assistant — the clingy, temperamental type who always had to have her way.
At first, I didn't think much of it. In the old days, all I had to do was frown, and Rob would have anyone who got on my nerves shown the door.
But when I got home, I found out the code to the front gate had been changed. I tried our wedding anniversary date again — and that's when the door swung open.
Some woman was leaning against the doorway in my silk pajamas, all drama and attitude, her brows arched like she owned the place.
"Look what the cat dragged in — some beggar showing up at the Balmer estate! Scram! Or I'll set the dogs on you!"
I was so furious I almost laughed. "Go get Rob. I want to ask him just what kind of stray he's been letting into this house."
And I had one more question: Did he still want the heir — the Balmer family's only shot at continuing nine generations of single sons— the one I was carrying right now?