[Breaking! Company CEO Caught Cheating, Causing Employee to Get Pregnant]
A viral video showed Peyton forcing Christian to sign the divorce agreement, but Christian adamantly refused.
In a fit of rage, Peyton snapped. She began hitting and yelling at Christian, accusing him of using her as a surrogate and abandoning her after getting her
pregnant.
The dramatic scene happened to be witnessed by an undercover investor, who immediately announced the withdrawal of their funding.
Christian became the target of public outrage in seconds, and he was branded as the ultimate scumbag.
Peyton truly turned out to be my strongest ally. Not only did she get the agreement signed, but she also delivered a fatal blow to Christian’s company.
If it were not inappropriate, I would have sent her a couple of flower baskets as thanks!
The scandal stayed at the top of the trending news list for two days before it was taken down, but anyone could imagine the damage it did to Christian’s reputation.
Well, what could he expect for failing to keep his impulses in check?
What I did not expect, however, was for Christian to track me down at the hotel where I was staying. While I was out getting food, he waited for me to return.
He stood in front of me with tears streaming down his face. “Shiloh, I finally found you. Please, I’m begging you–come back to me! My life is falling apart without you. I can’t live without you. I really can’t.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh, really? From where I stand, it looks like you can’t handle the public backlash and now, you’re looking for someone to save you.
Christian faltered for a moment but quickly switched to pleading, “Shiloh, why won’t you believe me? I only wanted Peyton to have a child for me. Yes, I was physically unfaithful, but my heart has always belonged to you. You’re the one I truly love!”
I suppressed the urge to vomit. “Then do me a favor and stop bothering me. We’re divorced now.”
Seeing that I was about to leave, Christian grabbed my arm. “We can get remarried! Shiloh, I don’t believe you’ve stopped loving me. You must still be jealous!”
I was speechless by his audacity.
At that moment, a cab pulled up in front of the hotel. Peyton hurried out of the car with her slightly visible rounded belly.
She forcefully separated me and Christian, adopting the stance of a righteous wife. Honey! Didn’t you say you were going to the office? Why are you here tangled up with another woman?”
Christian pried her hand off him. “Peyton, calm down! Shiloh isn’t just some other woman. She’s my-”
Peyton cut him off, “Your ex–wife! You’re divorced now!”
She turned to glare at me, sizing me up. “Shiloh, I didn’t expect this. You’re already back in the picture right after the divorce? What are you trying to do?”
As she spoke, her emotions grew more erratic, likely fueled by pregnancy hormones. She suddenly raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face.
Stunned, I instinctively raised my hand to slap her back.
Yet Christian, who was still concerned about the baby Peyton was carrying, grabbed my arm tightly. “Shiloh! Don’t do anything rash! Peyton is carrying my child.”
Just then, his words reminded me of the special gift I had prepared for him.
I lowered my hand and gave him a calm smile. “Christian, I almost forgot. I have a gift for you.”
A flicker of hope lit up in Christian’s eyes. I pulled a stack of photos from my bag and handed them to him. “Take a look for yourself.”
Christian took the photos with a puzzled expression, but as he flipped through them, his expression changed dramatically.
The photos clearly showed Peyton in intimate moments with another man, as well as the two of them attending prenatal check–ups together.
I stepped back a few paces, keeping my distance in case things got messy. “Christian, I’ve done my research. The baby Peyton is carrying isn’t yours–it’s her ex–boyfriend’s. She just wanted to find a rich man to play father, and you were the perfect target.
“Tell me, Mr. Clark, how does it feel to be caring for someone else’s child?”
On the day I moved out, I caught a glimpse of a message on Peyton’s phone: [Getting Christian Clark to raise our son is pure genius, babe!]
From that moment, I knew Peyton was hiding something big from Christian.
I hired a private investigator to look into her, and sure enough, there was more to the story.
Christian’s face turned red, then pale. Finally, it contorted in rage. He threw the photos at Peyton. “You filthy liar! How dare you deceive me?”
