After He Destroyed Me, I Became His Rival's Queen

At my mother's funeral, Tristram Stephens strolled in late with his secretary on his arm. He handed me a divorce agreement.

“You know how the Stephens family works. Only children born in wedlock get registered on the family records.”

“Lois is carrying my child. I can't let that kid grow up without a father.”

Lois Swanson clung to his side in a red dress, her smile dripping with false sweetness：

“Claudia Simmons, you love him so much. Surely you wouldn't want him to go his whole life without an heir?”

Tristram reached over and stroked my hair：

“Don't worry. It's just a formality.”