I Surprised Him with a Baby, He Had Another Family Novel – A week before their anniversary, Sydney prepared a surprise for her husband, Preston Rockefeller. At the same time, she discovered that Preston had also booked a penthouse suite at a five-star hotel, complete with a drone show and fireworks. She was certain it was meant as a surprise for their anniversary, and her heart filled with joy.
Sydney clutched the pregnancy test stick, her heart brimming with anticipation. However, on the day of their anniversary, she dressed carefully early in the morning and waited for Preston’s invitation. But she waited all day, and nothing came. Instead, she spotted a familiar figure on Savannah’s Instagram post. Savannah, wearing a shy expression, nestled in a man’s arms.
Only half of his face was visible—but Sydney instantly recognized him as Preston. Caption: Thank you, husband, for the anniversary surprise. I love it~ Sydney’s blood froze. How… could this be possible?! She rushed to the hotel lobby, her heart hammering. Her phone buzzed mid-step. A contact that had been inactive for five years flashed the message she feared most. [Your husband’s cheating on you.] Attached was a video.
The moment Sydney tapped play, the world spun out of control. Indeed, her husband was making out with another woman—Savannah. The Preston Sydney knew was never like this—never so out of control. Yet in the video, hunger burned in his eyes, his hands roaming all over Savannah’s body. She didn’t know how she ended up standing outside the penthouse suite door. The door wasn’t fully closed. She saw the couple embracing on the couch. The last string in Sydney’s mind snapped.
In between panting, Savannah’s voice cut through. “Honey… thanks to you tricking Sydney into signing the heart transfer, our son got the transplant. Poor Julien didn’t make it. Sydney didn’t throw a fit, right?” What the hell did she just say?!Sydney’s ears rang. She couldn’t believe those words. The next second, the familiar voice of her husband followed. “She will never know that Julien’s heart was donated to our son, Chicago,” he reassured Savannah.
Savannah giggled. “I knew you loved me and Chicago the most. Today’s our third anniversary since we registered our marriage. You’re not going anywhere…” Sydney bit her lip. Tears wet her face, her complexion pale as paper. His words were like a blade dipped in arsenic, stirring through her heart, shredding flesh and bone, making her whole body tremble with pain. The shock and grief crashed over her like a tornado.
Julien was also his son! How could he bear to watch him die?! Three years ago, their son was born with congenital heart disease. The doctor said that without a transplant, he wouldn’t live past three. She waited so long. Finally, before Julien’s third birthday, a suitable heart appeared, but the hospital suddenly canceled the surgery an hour before it began. The poor boy died on the cold operating table. They said the donor changed their mind. Sydney was in agony but could only accept it.
Now she had just heard that Preston gave the heart to Savannah’s son. How could Sydney accept it?! Savannah’s son only had arrhythmia and didn’t need a transplant. Sydney’s son, without that heart, could only die on the cold operating table! Her nails dug into her palms, blood dripping from her fingertips, yet she felt no pain. Her body seemed torn apart.
The hotel’s air conditioning hummed, but she felt frozen to the core. Just then, the memories of the past three years surged up. No wonder. No wonder Preston had abandoned her and Julien for overseas business trips, sometimes lasting weeks. Chicago—Savannah’s child—was actually Preston’s son! When did it start? The first time—when she gave birth to Julien and hemorrhaged. The situation was critical and needed a family member’s consent.
The hospital called Preston, but he didn’t answer. She gritted her teeth and signed the consent herself; only then did they operate. The second time—Julien’s birthday, when they had planned to go to an amusement park as a family of three. She waited all evening with Julien, who cried himself to sleep. Preston never showed. The third time—Julien suffered sudden cardiac arrest. Sydney called frantically outside the operating room.
Preston’s assistant gave a brutal response. “Mr. Rockefeller is in a meeting. Handle it yourself.” She had always excused Preston’s absences, thinking he was busy with work. It turned out that every single time, he had been with Savannah and their child! Sydney’s lip split, blood filling her mouth. Her chest ached so fiercely she could barely breathe. Her own husband had tricked her into signing the heart transfer agreement—forcing her to give up Julien’s only chance at life.
How could Preston be so cruel? The intimate sounds in the video kept scraping her nerves. Her stomach heaved; nausea rose to her core. The man she had loved for three years had killed her son. Sydney’s resolve hardened. She dialed a number she had not called