Eleanor Morgan didn’t realize her billionaire husband was cheating on her—until she got hit by the other woman’s car.

Yeah, the girl who ran a red light and smacked into her? Turned out she was the side chick.

Sophia Hart. The perfect package from some elite socialite boot camp—big boobs, plastic face, and enough arrogance to fill a room.

She sneered and spat, “You have any idea who my boyfriend is? Dare to block my way? You're dead meat.”

Eleanor ended up in the hospital, nose stuffed with gauze, bleeding like crazy.

Then Alexander Reid—her loving husband—rushed in and went straight to Sophia, not even sparing Eleanor a glance. Panic on his face, he asked, “Is the baby okay?”

Standing there, Eleanor couldn’t tell if her chest hurt from the crash or his words.

Oh, the irony. She knew how desperate the Reids were for a grandchild.

Three years married, and she’d heard nonstop lectures from his countryside-raised parents about giving them a baby. To them, being childless was basically committing a sin.

And now? Alexander just made it to the top of Forbes’ rich list—billion-dollar empire and no heir? They were freaking out.

Eleanor got it. She really did.

But picking *this* chick? One who drives recklessly, hits people, throws punches, and then plays the victim because she’s knocked up?

Seriously, what kind of taste did Alexander even have? Trash level.

But the real kicker?

He was diagnosed infertile a year ago.

And to protect his fragile ego, Eleanor kept it a secret and took the fall herself. Let his whole family think she was the problem.

Now the side piece is magically pregnant?

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“Alexander Reid.”

Eleanor’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

Alexander looked up, clearly caught off-guard by her sudden appearance. At home, he was always playing the good husband, and now? Busted.

Sophia didn’t seem to notice his discomfort. Clinging to him, she pointed at Eleanor with shaky hands and a trembling voice, “Babe, it’s her! She tried to stop me from leaving—almost hurt the baby!”

Before she finished that sentence, Eleanor had already walked up to them.

Listening to Sophia twist the story so confidently made her blood boil.

Moments ago, Sophia was full-on aggressive, now suddenly pretending to be the fragile, wronged one? Please.

Seeing Eleanor approach, Sophia clung to Alexander even tighter and flashed a proud smile. "See that? This’s my man! If you apologize now, maybe I’ll let you off the hook.”

“You’re saying he’s your man?”

Eleanor almost laughed. That’s rich. Her husband of three whole years, suddenly belonging to someone else?

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the smug woman up and down. “You sure about that?”"Apologize!" Alexander Reid’s voice suddenly turned cold.

Gone was the gentle tone he'd just used with his mistress.

At his words, Sophia Hart snapped, barking at Eleanor Morgan, "Didn’t you hear? Say sorry already!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Alexander shoved her aside and snapped, "Sophia Hart, I told you to apologize to her!"

His sharp tone clearly startled her. "Babe, that woman, she—"

"She’s my wife!" Alexander barked, his face dark.

That one sentence completely stunned Sophia.

She stared at Eleanor for what felt like forever before finally snapping back to reality.

So this wrecked-looking woman—she was that so-called invisible wife Alexander kept tucked away?

"I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you!" she stammered, trying to play nice.

Eleanor looked a mess: gauze stuffed up her nose to stop the bleeding, a swollen bruise on her cheek, clearly in rough shape.

Earlier, Sophia had been driving her Rolls-Royce the wrong way and got blocked by Eleanor’s car.

Not only did she sideswipe it, she actually thought Eleanor was the rude one for not giving way.

Eleanor always kept it lowkey, working at a hospital, driving an old Audi she’d bought years ago. She looked young too, like someone still single, so Sophia didn’t even hesitate before blowing up.

She never imagined she’d just gone off on someone else’s wife—worse than that, her lover’s wife.

After her quick apology, Eleanor couldn’t help sneering, "Didn’t you just brag about how great your man is, saying I’d be sorry? I’m legit curious—how did my legal husband under marriage protection suddenly become yours?"

All these years…

Eleanor had tiptoed around, never causing trouble, always worrying she might damage Alexander’s image—or hurt his company’s reputation.

Yet behind her back, the mistress he’d been hiding was out here crashing cars and acting like she owned the world.

"I really didn’t know…" Sophia repeated, eyes watering.

Eleanor had barely said a few words before this girl looked like the victim, tears threatening to spill.

And that ticked Eleanor off even more—seriously, cry?

Shouldn’t I be the one crying?

But unfortunately, this ‘poor little sob story’ act always worked like a charm on Alexander.

He turned to Eleanor and said, "Babe, she said sorry. Just let it go, okay? I’ll explain everything once we’re home."

"Home?" Eleanor cut in, lifting her head to look straight at him.

She’d been hit, and he couldn’t care less.

Yet the second this girl faked a few tears, he got all soft?

"You didn’t ask if I was okay, not once. But she cries and you’re ready to throw it all away for her? Alexander Reid, do we even have a home left to go back to?"

Since all this started, she’d been trying to convince herself—he’s just another heartless man.

Scenes like this? They’re in every second-rate soap opera.But seeing it with her own eyes—him standing there, defending his mistress—Eleanor Morgan really couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She used to think she'd made the right call marrying Alexander Reid. Sure, he came from a small village and had no background to speak of, but he was hardworking and driven.

He didn’t have much, but at least he seemed devoted to her...

She kept stepping back, even when his family kept pushing her for a baby.

She protected his image, never spilling a word about his infertility to anyone. He couldn’t have kids, fine—then let’s not have any.

He'd always told her that too, hadn’t he?

But now...

Now this woman’s pregnant?

No one knew where that baby came from, but the way he was standing up for her just crushed Eleanor. Completely.

He wasn’t just her husband—he was someone she’d given her whole world to.

She’d been with him since she was eighteen.

She watched him hustle, climb his way up in life.

When he barely had time to breathe, she poured all her energy into taking care of him and his family.

She even brought his parents to the city and looked after them.

Every little health issue they had, she handled.

And now... this is what she gets?

Alexander started, “It’s not what you think between me and her. Babe, you know I’ve only ever loved you.”

“Then explain the baby.”

She stared straight into his eyes.

If he hadn’t touched that woman, how could there possibly be a baby?

Alexander dropped his gaze. “That night... I was drunk.”

“Oh, drunk? What, you drunk right now too?”

“She’s carrying our family’s child!”

Alexander rushed to explain, “You know Mom and Dad have been wanting a grandkid forever! Babe, I just didn’t want them putting pressure on you. Once the baby’s here, they’ll back off.”

He sounded so righteous, like he was doing her a damn favor.

Eleanor almost laughed from how angry it made her. “So what, I should be thanking you? For cheating on me? For picking this woman to rub it in my face?”

Sophia Hart had been quietly standing off to the side. Seeing how upset Eleanor was, she stepped up and said, “C’mon, sis, don’t be mad. Alex really didn’t have a choice. I mean, you can’t have children. What do you expect him to do, let the Reid family line end with him? This baby—he’s the next heir.”

As she said that, she touched her belly with pride, face full of smug satisfaction.

Eleanor looked right at her. “You sure that kid is really Alex’s?”

Sophia gave a confident nod. “Of course.”

Before she could say another word—smack—a loud slap landed square on Sophia’s face.