Who’s the Father? The CEO’s Ex-Husband Sees Red

When I was forced to marry Fu Sihan, he sneered, “A woman like you is only good enough to be a replacement.”

Later, I secretly left and gave birth to his child in a foreign country.

Three years later, he found me, his eyes red. “Come home with me.”

I shielded the little boy behind me. “Mr. Fu, the child isn’t yours.”

The rain in the cemetery was bone-chilling.

Jiang Wan stood dressed in black, three steps behind Fu Sihan, watching as he carefully placed a bouquet of white roses before the brand-new gravestone.

The girl on the stone smiled like a flower. She looked seven parts like Jiang Wan.

“Are you satisfied now?” Fu Sihan turned around. Rain soaked his black hair and slid down the sharp line of his jaw, but his gaze was colder than the rain. “Just as you wanted, Mrs. Fu.”

He bit down hard on the last three words, his voice dripping with mockery.

Jiang Wan’s fingers curled inside her oversized sleeves. Her expression remained blank. “I never wanted her to die.”

“Whether you wanted it or not...” Fu Sihan stepped closer and looked down at her, his gaze like a blade honed on ice. “Jiang Wan, remember your place. The only reason you’re standing here, the only reason you married into the Fu family, is that face of yours.” His fingertips almost touched her cheek, carrying a frigid chill. “Play your part as my replacement and know your place.”

She lowered her lashes, concealing the desolation in her eyes.

Her place?

Her place was to live as someone else’s shadow and, after that person’s death, keep bearing a man’s maddened longing for her.