His Pregnant Mistress Disappeared… And So Did I - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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He pointed at me and snapped:
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"Don't you ever come back!"
As if I would.
I hadn't planned on returning to his mansion—or even my father's house, for that matter.
My aunt and I had already agreed to keep this remarriage simple. No fuss, no grand ceremony.
But then Jason flipped the script.
The Song family had only one heir—their first wedding in decades. It had to be extravagant.
What could I say? I agreed.
Then, as luck would have it, the night Richard showed up at my door, my father barged in with his own agenda.
His company was in trouble. He needed me to take over.
The offer? Thirty percent of the shares—and full management rights.
This was what I'd always wanted.
Not trusting him to keep his word, I moved back home immediately.
Jason started showing up every day. Paparazzi caught wind of it.
Within two weeks, the entire social circle knew: the Song heir was marrying into my family.
Meanwhile, Serena won the Golden Phoenix Award for Best Actress for her new drama, A Fleeting Dream.
The rumor mill went wild—everyone credited the Montgomery Group for pulling strings.
After all, everyone knew her rise from an 18th-tier nobody to A-list was Richard's doing.
I couldn't care less about the gossip.
Being back home meant less freedom. So I stayed in my room, buried in books.
But Jason? He always found a way to drag me out of my shell.
He took over my kitchen.
My mother was from the Northeast—and somehow, he could actually cook her dishes.
The presentation? Hilariously bad.
The taste? Perfect.
One bite, and tears pricked my eyes.
I hadn't tasted this since my mother died.
"Was it that bad?"
"Ugh, I'm never cooking again!"
"I'm throwing it out! Stop crying!"
Watching him panic, I remembered the reckless boy he used to be.
And just like that, I laughed.
Life was peaceful—until the wedding drew closer.
Then, of course, Serena had to make an appearance.
I walked into a luxury store? She bought every bag I so much as glanced at.
A cosmetics counter? She cleared the shelves of anything I touched.
Even at the haute couture boutique, she slithered in behind me, hips swaying.
"Oh, sis, looking at bodycon styles?"
"Such a fan of showing off your figure?"
Gone was the innocent white lotus. Now, she dripped in designer labels—Best Actress glamour on full display.
"I love this style too. We should get matching custom pieces."
She trailed a hand over her slightly rounded belly.
"But this kind of tight fit? I can't wear it right now."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"Don't you ever come back!"
As if I would.
I hadn't planned on returning to his mansion—or even my father's house, for that matter.
My aunt and I had already agreed to keep this remarriage simple. No fuss, no grand ceremony.
But then Jason flipped the script.
The Song family had only one heir—their first wedding in decades. It had to be extravagant.
What could I say? I agreed.
Then, as luck would have it, the night Richard showed up at my door, my father barged in with his own agenda.
His company was in trouble. He needed me to take over.
The offer? Thirty percent of the shares—and full management rights.
This was what I'd always wanted.
Not trusting him to keep his word, I moved back home immediately.
Jason started showing up every day. Paparazzi caught wind of it.
Within two weeks, the entire social circle knew: the Song heir was marrying into my family.
Meanwhile, Serena won the Golden Phoenix Award for Best Actress for her new drama, A Fleeting Dream.
The rumor mill went wild—everyone credited the Montgomery Group for pulling strings.
After all, everyone knew her rise from an 18th-tier nobody to A-list was Richard's doing.
I couldn't care less about the gossip.
Being back home meant less freedom. So I stayed in my room, buried in books.
But Jason? He always found a way to drag me out of my shell.
He took over my kitchen.
My mother was from the Northeast—and somehow, he could actually cook her dishes.
The presentation? Hilariously bad.
The taste? Perfect.
One bite, and tears pricked my eyes.
I hadn't tasted this since my mother died.
"Was it that bad?"
"Ugh, I'm never cooking again!"
"I'm throwing it out! Stop crying!"
Watching him panic, I remembered the reckless boy he used to be.
And just like that, I laughed.
Life was peaceful—until the wedding drew closer.
Then, of course, Serena had to make an appearance.
I walked into a luxury store? She bought every bag I so much as glanced at.
A cosmetics counter? She cleared the shelves of anything I touched.
Even at the haute couture boutique, she slithered in behind me, hips swaying.
"Oh, sis, looking at bodycon styles?"
"Such a fan of showing off your figure?"
Gone was the innocent white lotus. Now, she dripped in designer labels—Best Actress glamour on full display.
"I love this style too. We should get matching custom pieces."
She trailed a hand over her slightly rounded belly.
"But this kind of tight fit? I can't wear it right now."
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