Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid Novel – Around two in the morning, the emergency department at Manhattan General was unusually quiet. Only the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional beep from the monitoring equipment echoed through the corridors. After finishing her rounds, Rose Bennett had just sat down in her chair in the staff lounge when the phone in her pocket beeped. She took it out and, upon seeing the name on the screen, a smile appeared on her exhausted face. It was a voice message from her daughter, Ariel. She opened WhatsApp and clicked on the voice note. “Mama…” a sweet little voice came from the phone, and Rose’s expression softened instantly. “Mama, is my daddy dead?” Hearing that question, Rose froze, her fingers tightening unconsciously around her phone. On the other end, Ariel continued in her sweet yet confused voice, “All the other kids have daddies, and they come to pick them up from kindergarten.
But mine never visits me. Grandma says he is very busy… but how can someone be busy for five whole years? Doesn’t that mean he’s dead?” Hearing her daughter’s words, Rose lowered her head, her throat tightening painfully. Ariel’s father was not dead. But he was no better than dead. Ariel was already five years old, old enough to have her own little thoughts and notice the empty space where her father should have been. Rose leaned back against her chair, her eyes drifting toward the window. New York glowed cold and silver beneath the city lights. Slowly, her thoughts drifted to the past. Seven years ago, she had married a man named Ryan Knight. However, theirs had never been a marriage built on love. It was nothing more than an arrangement meant to protect the Knight family’s reputation. So when Rose discovered she was pregnant, instead of getting an abortion, she went alone to another province to give birth. What’s more, Ryan’s grandfather, Mr. Knight, had never considered her a suitable match for the family.
He had forced her to sign a seven-year agreement. According to its terms, once the seven years were over, she and Ryan would divorce peacefully. No entanglements. No attachments. So she had decided long ago that the child would belong only to her. But now… Children were far more sensitive than adults imagined. For the first time in years, she hesitated. Should she tell Ryan about Ariel? If she told him that he could skip the exhausting years of diapers and midnight fevers and effortlessly become the father of a five-year-old daughter… would he be happy? Rose let out a cold laugh at herself. She replayed the voice message several times before finally exiting Ariel’s chat window and opening the one she shared with Ryan. Their chat history was pitifully sparse. Mostly: [Grandmother wants us home for dinner.] [Mm.] Or: [I am on night shift tonight.] [Understood.] Nothing more. They were nothing more than two strangers forced to share a marriage certificate. Finally taking a deep breath, she typed: [Do you like children…?] She stared at the message for a minute before deleting it. Then she typed again: [What if I told you we had a daughter…?] Once again, she deleted it.
She repeated the process more than ten times, but in the end, the typing box remained empty. Looking at the blank screen, Rose rubbed her temples. “Forget it. There are only three months left before our agreement ends. There’s no need to complicate things.” Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and it was suddenly pushed open by the nurse on duty. “Dr. Bennett!” the nurse said anxiously. “We have an emergency patient. It’s suspected that vigorous intercourse during early pregnancy may have caused a ruptured corpus luteum!” Rose immediately turned off her screen. She quickly stood up and followed the young nurse out, frowning deeply. “This is ridiculous! You’re not supposed to have sex in the first trimester! And these people…” “What’s her current vitals?” “Blood pressure is unstable. Approximately eight weeks pregnant.” Rose pushed open the curtain while pulling on her gloves. “Prepare the ultrasound and notify—” Her words stopped abruptly as her eyes fell on the woman lying on the hospital bed. The woman looked pale and fragile, clutching her abdomen tightly.
“Samantha?” Rose called out in surprise. Samantha glanced at her, then deliberately looked away without responding. The woman lying on the hospital bed was none other than Samantha Hill, the fiancée of Ryan’s cousin. However, that cousin had been in federal prison for the past five months. So… Rose’s gaze flickered briefly toward Samantha’s flat abdomen. Even if she was pregnant, it couldn’t have been more than a month or two. But if that was the case… The math didn’t add up. Even though she was curious, Rose asked no questions.
Doctors in Manhattan hospitals quickly learned that the secrets of wealthy families were above their pay grade. Without saying another word, Rose adopted a professional tone. “Lie down. Let me examine you first.” Her voice was cold and detached. Samantha looked up. The moment their eyes met, something strange flickered across Samantha’s face. Then she suddenly pulled her hand away.