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"Mathis Jagger had a two-year-old love child. On Bianca Baldwin’s phone was a video sent by his first love, Cynthia Quinn. In it, Mathis was playing with a little boy while Cynthia sat beside them, watching with a radiant smile. The three of them looked just like a perfect family, their faces beaming with a happiness that practically spilled through the screen. Mathis’s flawlessly sculpted face held a look of pure, absolute adoration—a smile Bianca had never once seen from him at home. The little boy in the video had a face strikingly similar to Mathis’s. Bianca’s hand trembled violently as she gripped her phone. Just as she went to save the video, it was instantly unsent. Her lips twitched. Before she could even process what happened, an image popped up—a DNA paternity test between the boy and Mathis. The results read crystal clear: Biological relationship established between Lamont Jagger and Mathis Jagger. They really were father and son! Bianca was currently standing vigil in the somber funeral parlor for her mother's wake. Even in the dead of summer, she felt as if she had been plunged into an ice vat, a freezing chill soaking her to the bone. She and Mathis had been married for three years, yet he had only started touching her this past month. The cruel irony was that his son with another woman was already this old. As Bianca stood there in a daze, Cynthia unsent the message again. Bianca couldn't fathom what sick game she was playing. A sharp ache pierced her chest. No wonder Mathis had refused to attend her mother's funeral—she had never mattered to him. Even after a month of passionate nights together, nothing about their relationship had fundamentally changed. Her heart had already gone numb. Perhaps it was for the best. With her mother gone, it was time for this marriage to end. When she tried to step forward, she stumbled, nearly collapsing before a strong, muscular arm caught her. ""Careful!"" Bianca looked up, meeting the eyes of her stepbrother, Jax Holden, whom she hadn’t seen in three years. Tears streamed down her face. ""Jax, you're alright?"" Jax’s eyes darkened. ""Did you want me to be in trouble?"" His grip on her arm tightened as he demanded, ""Why didn't you wait for me back then? I told you when I was eighteen that I'd marry you."" Bianca gently pushed him away. ""I'm already married, and I never thought about marrying you."" Frustration flared in Jax's voice. ""Mathis Jagger has never publicly acknowledged you. Why are you hanging yourself on a dead tree?"" ""I won't be anymore,"" she replied coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. ""I'm going to divorce him."" Then, a flicker of confusion crossed her face. ""How did you know we were married?"" Their marriage had been a tightly kept secret. Jax scoffed softly. ""Mom's medical bills over the past three years cost over ten million. You didn't have that kind of money. She was staying at a private hospital owned by Dawnstar Capital. Did you really think I wouldn't connect the dots?"" Bianca let out a heavy sigh. ""It's true. I only married him for the money."" A flash of vindication crossed Jax's face. ""If you want to fight for a divorce, I can get people to help you. The three million you injected into my company three years ago brought it back from the brink. You don't have to suffer anymore."" Jax was the son her mother's second husband had brought into their blended family. He had always been fiercely protective of Bianca and had confessed his feelings more than once, but she had only ever seen him as a brother. Bianca nodded. ""Okay. Have someone draft a divorce agreement. If he agrees, we split amicably. If he refuses, we'll see him in court."" Jax stayed by her side through the wake, supporting her until her mother was finally laid to rest. On the day of the burial, her maternal grandmother, Mabel, arrived. She urged Bianca to call her husband. ""You're a married woman now; it isn't right for your husband not to be here. Please, I’m begging you."" Mabel was already in tears as she spoke. Her health was failing, and she desperately wanted to know that her granddaughter would have someone to take care of her when she was gone. She had never met Bianca's husband and just wanted to see if he was a good man Bianca could rely on. Bianca’s throat felt tight and scratchy. Forcing herself to bite the bullet, she dialed Mathis's number. His cold, distant voice came through the line. ""What is it?"" ""My mother is being buried today,"" Bianca said, her voice dropping low. ""Can you come, just for a bit?"" Mathis hesitated for a few seconds before flatly refusing. ""I can't. I have an engagement tonight."" Immediately after, Cynthia's bright voice filtered through the background. ""Mathis, what time is the drone show tonight?"" Mathis hastily hung up. Bianca felt her breath hitch, the world spinning violently around her. Seeing her pale face, Jax quickly steadied her. ""Are you feeling sick?"" She had been crying nonstop for days, and Jax knew exactly how deep her bond with her mother had been. Forcing her trembling body upright, Bianca whispered, ""I'm fine. It's nothing."" That very night, Bianca saw the trending news on social media. A spectacular drone show lit up the sky above the Dawnstar Capital headquarters, rumored to be a grand gesture by the CEO, Mathis Jagger, for his girlfriend's birthday. Watching the thousands of drones form breathtaking images across her phone screen, Bianca felt her heart bleed out completely. His 'engagement' was celebrating Cynthia's birthday. Unable to hold back any longer, she broke down into agonizing sobs. She promised herself this would be the absolute last time she ever shed a tear for him. *Bianca Baldwin, from now on, carve him out of your heart.* A little while later, another flaunting video from Cynthia chimed in. It didn't just show the drones, but also her lavish birthday party. In the frame, Mathis’s long, elegant fingers were visible as he leaned over to cut the cake. Bianca gripped her phone so hard her knuckles turned white, the pain in her chest suffocating her. Before she could even save the photos and video, Cynthia unsent them again. A string of text followed: [Your mother is dead and he still won't stay by your side; he only wants to celebrate my birthday with me. Bianca, you really are a pathetic failure of a wife.] Bianca shot back instantly: [You've been raising his illegitimate son for years. How come he hasn't put a ring on it?] Cynthia didn't reply. Instead, she unsent her own message. Bianca's eyelids twitched with sheer irritation. An hour later, she returned home—or rather, Mathis's home, since the place had nothing to do with her. Mathis was sitting in the living room in silk loungewear, reading financial news on his tablet. He was undeniably gorgeous, his features striking and perfectly proportioned on his sharp face. His physique was one in a million; standing well over six feet, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The deep V of his unbuttoned silk shirt teased the solid, muscular chest beneath. Bianca could only mentally scoff. Looks really are deceiving. Who said handsome men were loyal? They still cheated and fathered love children all the same. Mathis occasionally glanced at his expensive watch. When she walked in, he asked casually, ""Is the funeral over?"" ""Yeah,"" Bianca replied with icy indifference. Mathis stood up and held out an incredibly expensive designer watch. ""My condolences. I had my reasons for not being there. I really was busy."" Her face freezing over, she didn't take the watch. She didn't need Mathis's pity anymore. ""Right, busy throwing a birthday party for your woman. I saw it trending online."" Mathis's handsome face instantly hardened. ""It's not what you think."" ""Oh?"" she challenged. ""Then what was it?"" Before he could answer, his phone rang. He answered it as he strode toward the master bedroom. ""Alright, I'm heading over now."" His previously calm expression had turned urgent and grim. He quickly changed his clothes and left the house. Bianca couldn't care less where he went. With an indifferent expression, she retreated to her own room. Right after she finished showering, another message from Cynthia popped up. This time, she turned on her screen recorder. It was a video of Mathis keeping Cynthia's child company while he got an IV drip. In the clip, Mathis held the boy with a look of absolute tenderness, coaxing him softly, ""Don't be scared, Lamont. Daddy's here."" Unsurprisingly, Cynthia quickly unsent the video. Fortunately, Bianca had already recorded her screen. This would make excellent evidence during the divorce. She forwarded the clip, along with the prenuptial agreement she had signed, straight to Jax. [Jax, I want a divorce as soon as possible. I don't care if I walk away without a dime.] Constrained by the prenup and the immense power of the Jagger family, she dared not covet anything that didn't belong to her. Jax didn't reply immediately, but the drafted divorce papers arrived in her inbox by dawn. Bianca typed back: [Thank you!] She read through the clauses carefully. Just as the prenup dictated, she would leave with absolutely nothing. It seemed Jax understood too—she wouldn't get a single cent from this divorce. Not getting anything was fine. This had only ever been a transactional marriage anyway. Bianca stood up to print the papers, shedding silent tears as she whispered into the empty room, ""Goodbye, Mathis Jagger."" She stayed awake all night, waiting for him to come home. But he never did. Bianca got up at six in the morning, slipped the divorce agreement into a manila folder, and waited. By ten o'clock, there was still no sign of him. With a bitter smile, she tossed the folder onto the dining table, snapped a photo, and sent it to Mathis. [We're getting a divorce. The papers are already drafted. Look them over when you get back, and let me know if there are any issues. Let's part ways amicably so we don't have to make a scene in court.] Mathis never replied. When she tried calling, he hung up on her. When she tried texting again, a red exclamation mark appeared. He had blocked her. Bianca laughed at the sheer absurdity of it, grabbed her packed suitcase, and moved out. The man she had loved for over three years had discarded her like yesterday's trash. She rented a small one-bedroom apartment in Novo Core. Right now, the most important thing was getting to work and putting her life back on track. Her marriage was over, her mother was gone, but life had to go on. She still had her grandmother at the nursing home to provide for. Jax called to check in. ""What did Mathis say?"" Massaging her temples, Bianca sighed. ""He blocked my number and won't answer my calls. Just get someone to file the lawsuit."" ""Understood."" Just as she finished unpacking, her best friend, Xanthe Webber, asked her out to dinner, her voice soft and comforting. ""I know you've had a rough time. Come out and let off some steam."" ""Okay."" The moment Bianca reached the restaurant entrance, she spotted Mathis and his perfect little family of three. He was holding his son with one arm, chatting and laughing as they walked inside. Cynthia noticed her. With a provocative smirk, she looped her arm through Mathis's. He hesitated for a fraction of a second but didn't pull away. As they walked in side by side, a vicious stab of pain ripped through Bianca's chest. Seeing it with her own eyes—the child whose face was a carbon copy of Mathis’s—was a crushing blow. Xanthe was stunned. ""Your husband has a love child?"" Three years ago, when Bianca gave up a million-dollar job offer, Xanthe had been completely baffled. After accidentally discovering the secret marriage on Bianca's phone, Xanthe had even congratulated her on marrying into wealth. But after witnessing the miserable life Bianca actually lived within the Jagger family, she had sneered, ""Turns out high society is just a toxic waste dump!"" Right now, Bianca felt as if her brain had taken a blunt-force hit, her vision blurring instantly. She sighed and replied, ""Yeah. This transactional marriage was always meant to end."" Three years had passed, and she had never managed to thaw his frozen heart. His heart had always belonged to another woman. Let it all fade away into the wind. Xanthe cursed, ""That bastard Mathis! He finally gets cured of brain cancer just to pull this stunt and make you miserable. You should post your marriage license online and humiliate them! I get sick just looking at that homewrecker Cynthia."" Over the past month, ever since Mathis had fully recovered, Cynthia had been dropping by constantly to provoke Bianca, and Bianca had never once given her the time of day. ... 👉 Search 【1052】in 【Beenovel】 to read more exciting chapters"