He Thinks He's Infertile, But I Had His Baby

After my adoptive parents found their biological daughter, Tiffany, who had been missing for years, I didn't just lose my family—I lost my fiancé, Ethan Vance, too.

When I came home holding my positive pregnancy test, I caught them sleeping together in the nursery I had carefully decorated for my baby.

While I was hemorrhaging on the operating table during a difficult labor, they were holding a lavish wedding on a private island.

When I finally woke up from surgery, I scrolled through social media and saw the news of their horrific car crash during their honeymoon.

The accident left Ethan completely infertile. Terrified he would steal my baby away, I fled the city before my surgical wounds had even fully healed.

Five years later, while working as a server at a highend gala, I ran straight into Ethan. He stared at the little boy standing by my side, freezing on the spot.

Because Joey's face was the spitting image of Ethan when he was a child.

He grabbed my son's shoulders and asked, "What's your father's name?" Joey looked up and replied, "I don't have a dad.

My mommy said my dad died a long time ago." Five years ago, after fleeing with my son, Joey, I survived by working lowpaying service jobs.

When I found out this particular banquet was for Ethan Vance’s mother’s birthday, I wanted to turn it down. But my manager, Vivian, wouldn't let me take the day off.

I figured as long as I kept my head down and avoided anyone I knew, I'd be fine. But of course, Tiffany spotted me anyway.

Tiffany walked over, sizing up my cheap, oversized server uniform. She smiled, her face a mask of smug pity. "Well, look who it is," she sneered. "A server? In the outer hall?

That must be exhausting." She grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the main ballroom with a fake, sweet tone. "Come on, let me get you a better gig inside.

It's much easier." "And hey, who knows?

You might even run into Mom and Dad!" After taking a couple of steps, she glared back at Vivian and the other supervisors who had been giving me a hard time earlier.

Her expression instantly turned cold and demanding. "You're all fired." "Get out of here.

I don't want trash ruining this event." Vivian and her crew went pale, nearly falling to their knees, but they didn't even get a chance to beg.

They didn't dare cross Tiffany, so they threw furious, resentful glares at my back instead.

As expected, the moment we stepped into the inner ballroom, Tiffany turned to me with fake realization. "Oh, Chloe, I totally forgot. The indoor team is fully staffed.

The only things left to clean are the restrooms and the trash bins." "Do you think you could..." I knew she was trying to humiliate me.

But honestly, after everything I had survived on my own, this petty bullying was nothing. "Sure, I'll take care of it," I said calmly, taking the cleaning supplies from her.

While I was clearing a trash can in the corner, the guest of honor—Ethan's mother, Beatrice Vance—made her grand entrance.

Before the guests could even crowd around to flatter her, Beatrice's sharp voice echoed through the hall, lecturing Ethan. "How am I supposed to live a long, happy life?!" "Look at the woman you married!

She ruined you, and now the Vance family line ends with you!" I looked up. Five years hadn't changed Ethan.

Time had been incredibly kind to him—he was still so handsome it made your chest ache. But there was a dark, brooding shadow over his brow now.

Clearly, the infertility had dealt a massive blow to his pride.

Ethan remained silent, while Tiffany tried to placate Beatrice with a timid, fragile smile. "Beatrice, please don't upset yourself.

Think of your health..." "Don't call me mother!" Beatrice snapped, cutting her off. "I won't have it!

If you hadn't insisted on dragracing that night, Ethan would never have suffered that injury!" "What did our family do to deserve this?

My perfect son, ruined... ruined because you couldn't give him a single heir!" Beatrice then turned her fury on my former adoptive parents, Arthur and Eleanor Sterling, who were standing quietly nearby. "And you two!" "Bringing back that useless biological daughter of yours.

Now she's destroyed my son. Are you happy now?" Arthur and Eleanor muttered quiet, pathetic apologies.

But Beatrice only grew more heated, years of resentment boiling over. "Back then, that girl Chloe was perfect! She was quiet, wellbehaved, and decent.

But Ethan lost his mind and insisted on marrying this curse instead!" "I regret it every single day!" Tiffany's face flushed with anger and embarrassment, especially at the mention of my name.

Desperate to deflect, her eyes darted around until she spotted me. "Mother, what a coincidence," Tiffany chimed in loudly. "You just mentioned Chloe, and guess who I ran into today?

She's right here!" Before I could even react, Tiffany marched over and dragged me into the center of the ballroom.

Under the brilliant, blinding chandeliers, my rough, cheap uniform and the wet rag in my hand were exposed for everyone to see. For a moment, a wave of deep shame washed over me.

But I forced myself to stay calm and greeted my adoptive parents. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Sterling." Beatrice stared at me, her expression incredibly complex.

The praise she had just showered on me hung awkwardly in the air. Arthur and Eleanor froze, utterly shocked to see me in this state.

After a tense, suffocating silence, someone let out a quiet snicker. Soon, whispers and mockery rippled through the crowd. "Oh my god... is that really her?

The girl who used to follow Ethan around like a lost puppy?" "Wow. That's the lowesttier cleaning uniform in the hotel. Look at that dirty rag! And Tiffany called her 'sister'?

If I were Tiffany, I'd have security throw her out. She's an eyesore." "Didn't she get a massive settlement when they broke up? How did she end up like this?

She probably spent it all on some boy toy." Just as the whispers were about to suffocate me— "Quiet!" I didn't expect Ethan to speak up for me.

His face was expressionless, but his dark, heavy gaze swept across the room, instantly silencing everyone.

He looked back at me, his tone surprisingly soft, almost pitying. "Chloe, why are you working as a janitor?" "I gave you a fortune when we broke up." Money?

I looked up at him, completely lost. I had never received a single dime from him. After giving birth to Joey, I couldn't even afford rent.

Before my postpartum recovery was even finished, I was working odd jobs just to buy formula.

I opened my mouth, my voice barely a whisper. "...What money?" Those two words were soft, but they struck like a lightning bolt. Ethan's eyes widened in sheer shock.

He whipped his head around to glare at Tiffany. "Tiffany. Where is the money?"

Tiffany stammered, unable to find a coherent excuse. She threw a desperate, pleading look at Eleanor.

Eleanor immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab my arm, but I subtly stepped back to avoid her touch.

Her hand hung awkwardly in the air for a second before she put on a motherly, scolding expression. "Oh, Chloe, sweetheart!" "You left so quickly back then!

We've been keeping that money safe for you, just waiting for the right time to give it to you.

This is all just a big misunderstanding!" Arthur rubbed his hands together, nodding eagerly. "Yes, yes!

We've had it saved the entire time!" Their pathetic lies were painfully obvious. Ethan's face darkened completely.

He fixed a cold, murderous glare on Tiffany. "Three hundred million dollars." "Every single penny.

Get it into Chloe's account by tomorrow noon, or you can sign the divorce papers." Tiffany paled. She never expected Ethan to be this ruthless, especially in front of high society.

She shot me a venomous look before forcing a tight smile. "Of course, Ethan. It was my oversight." "Don't worry, I'll take care of it tomorrow." I let out a soft sigh.

I had absolutely no desire to get dragged back into their toxic world. All I wanted was to go home to Joey. "I don't want the money.

I can support myself now." "I still have work to do. Excuse me." Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked back to my corner.

The ballroom buzzed back to life, and I quietly returned to my duties. I just had one last restroom stall to clean before I could pick up Joey and go home.

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from the main hall. Tiffany's panicked shriek cut through the air. "No way! I was literally wearing it!

That diamond bracelet is worth five million dollars!" "Where did it go?!" My stomach dropped, a cold dread washing over me.

The next second, Tiffany's voice rang out again, dripping with calculated suspicion. "Just now... Chloe was the only one who got close to me.

The bracelet was definitely on my wrist before I brought her inside.

Could she have..." Before she could even finish her sentence, two large bodyguards slammed open my stall door, grabbing me by the arms and dragging me out. "I didn't steal anything!" I cried out. "I've been working the whole time!

I haven't touched anything that isn't mine!" "Let go of me!" I struggled with everything I had, but it was useless against their strength.

Tiffany hurried over, wearing a fake, sorrowful expression. "Chloe, I'm so sorry, I really am!" "But that bracelet is irreplaceable. I just need to make sure.

Let me check your pockets, and if it's not there, I'll have them release you and apologize publicly!" She didn't wait for my consent. Her hand plunged directly into my right pocket.

In front of the entire crowd, she pulled out the glittering diamond bracelet. Gasps of disgust and whispers of condemnation exploded throughout the room.

Tiffany took a dramatic step back, clutching the bracelet to her chest as she looked at me with deep disappointment. "Chloe... how could you?" "If you needed money, you could have just asked.

Why did you have to resort to stealing?" Right then, the police and hotel security arrived. The evidence was in her hand. Everyone had seen it.

Terrified, I looked around the room, trying to defend myself. "It wasn't me!

I swear, I have no idea how that got into my pocket!" In my desperation, I grabbed the sleeve of Ethan's suit.

I was so helpless, so utterly terrified, that he was the only one I could turn to. "Ethan, we grew up together. You know me!" "You know I would never steal!

Please, Ethan, help me!" "I didn't do this! She set me up!" Tears poured down my face. Ethan stared at my tearstained face, his eyes swirling with conflicted emotions.

He gently wiped a tear from my cheek, but his voice was devastatingly cold. "Chloe, you know how it is." "I only believe in cold, hard evidence."

Ethan didn't believe me. The lead police officer stepped forward, his expression stern. "Ma'am, you are under arrest for grand larceny. Please come with us to the station." Click.

The cold steel of handcuffs locked around my wrists. I stared at Ethan, completely speechless. Old wounds ripped wide open, and a sharp, physical ache in my chest made me stumble.

We had grown up together. He had once promised he would always protect me. So why? Why did he keep hurting me over and over again?

As the police led me away, Tiffany leaned in close, whispering in my ear so only I could hear. "You lose, bitch.

You never stood a chance against me." I was pushed into the back of a police cruiser and driven away.

Meanwhile, in the employee breakroom, Vivian and her friends were packing up their belongings with sour faces. "It's all Chloe's fault. She did this on purpose.

She saw the bosses coming and didn't even warn us!" An intern chimed in, "Exactly! She got what she deserved, being dragged out like a thief!

I hope they lock her up for ten years so she can't act smug anymore!" Vivian, furious about losing her job, gritted her teeth in silence.

As she zipped up her bag, something caught her eye in the corner of the room. It was Joey.

He was sitting quietly, turning the pages of an old picture book, waiting patiently for me. Vivian stared at him, and a cruel, wicked idea formed in her mind.

She dropped her bag and forced a sweet, sickening smile as she walked over to him. "Hey there, Joey.

Reading your book?" "Such a good boy." Joey shrank back slightly, but politely replied, "Hi, ma'am." Vivian reached out to pat his head. "Joey, I have to tell you something.

Your mommy was just taken away by the police.

They said she did something very bad, so they put her in handcuffs." "What?" Joey's picture book slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor.

His voice cracked as he fought back tears. "My mommy would never do anything bad!" "I believe you," Vivian lied smoothly, leaning closer. "But if you want to save her, you have to go right now!" She pointed toward the massive, brightly lit ballroom. "Go out there, Joey.

Run to the brightest, loudest part of the room. Look for a very wealthy, powerfullooking grandma in a sparkly dress." "Find her, and beg her to save your mommy.

Tell her to make the police let your mommy go!" "Remember, she's the only one who can help your mommy!" Joey was too young to recognize the malice dripping from her voice. "Thank you!" he cried, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't even stop to pick up his book before sprinting out of the room toward the ballroom.

Vivian watched his little retreating figure, a twisted, satisfied grin spreading across her face.

Her coworkers gathered around, looking a bit nervous. "Vivian... won't we get in trouble for this?" "Trouble? What trouble?

At worst, he'll annoy the Vance family, and they'll make Chloe's prison sentence even worse.

If the little brat gets lost, that's not our problem." With that, Vivian and her crew left the hotel, laughing. Joey was terrified. But his love for me pushed him forward.

He ran blindly into the grand ballroom, his eyes scanning the crowd. He instantly spotted the elderly woman in the sparkling dress, surrounded by a crowd of attentive guests.

That was her! Joey didn't hesitate. He pushed through the sea of legs, crying out with everything he had. "Grandma!

Please tell the police to let my mommy go!" Joey ran full speed, crashing straight into Beatrice Vance. Beatrice stumbled back, startled, but someone caught her just in time.

She opened her mouth to scold the child, but as she looked down, the words died in her throat. The entire room fell into a dead silence.

The boy's eyes, the bridge of his nose... he was the exact spitting image of her son, Ethan, when he was a little boy. Ethan, who had just walked over, froze in his tracks.

He stared at Joey's face, his heart stopping.

He scooped the crying boy up in his arms, his voice shaking with disbelief. "Kid... who is your mother?" Joey, frightened by the intense gazes, sobbed, "Sir, please save my mommy!

The police took her!" "Mommy... I want my mommy." "Her name is Chloe."