Want My Baby Erased for Your Ex? Meet the Trillion-Dollar Heiress You Dumped! – My family is cursed—none of us can get pregnant easily, not men, not women. So whoever has a child first becomes the next heir to the DeLuca family, a billion-dollar empire so massive that even Chicago’s elite dare not overlook it. And this generation? That person is me. The moment I saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test, I nearly lost my mind. Finally, I could bring Rafe home to meet my parents. His failing company would get a blank check from my family—all because of this baby. But when I pushed the door open, she was sitting there. His first love. Rafe barely looked at me. “Bianca’s back. We’re done.” I looked down and touched my stomach. Poor fool. He had no idea what he was giving up. He wanted her? Fine. But this baby was mine.
And the trillion-dollar empire he could’ve had? He threw it all away for an ex-girlfriend. Bianca Caruso, Rafe’s childhood sweetheart. She left the country eight years ago. She left the country eight years ago, and when she did, Rafe nearly destroyed himself —no food, no words, like his soul had been ripped out. I didn’t know she existed until after we married. Maris introduced us. Rafe’s sister, my so-called best friend. She’d smiled and said, “You two are perfect together. Just give it a shot.” Please. Who doesn’t have a past? I wasn’t going to be the girl who lost her mind over an ex. I never thought he still loved her, though. Bianca just got back to Chicago, and he was already divorcing me. I stared at the dining table.
It was covered in fancy homemade dishes. Rafe was even wearing an apron. We’d known each other eight years, married six, and I never knew he could cook. I sat down and looked at him. “Is this the last supper?” “Sorry.” He took off the apron. “This is for Bianca. She doesn’t like to share. I promised her I’d only cook for her.” Then he stepped aside and pulled out a stack of papers. Divorce agreement. “Sign it. Then pack your things and get out. Today.” Wait—today? I picked up the papers and slowly raised an eyebrow. It was written clear as day: I got nothing. Zero. Not a single thing. I didn’t say a word. I just picked up the pen. Divorce? Fine. I could handle that. If he’d been decent and split what was mine fairly, I wouldn’t have complained. But this? It was humiliation.
Whatever. I’d take back what belonged to me on my own. I signed, took off my wedding ring, and stood up to leave. “Wait.” Bianca’s voice was cold as a knife. “Let me see your bag.” I looked at Rafe. “You’re really going to let her go through my stuff?” “Bianca lives here now.” He paused, then added, “She can do whatever she wants.” I pulled out my phone and tossed my bag to him. “Sure. Search all you want.” Rafe handed the bag to Bianca. She opened it and smirked. “Everything in here was paid for by Rafe, right? This bag too? Then you’re not taking any of it.” She pointed at my phone. “That too.” Then her eyes dragged over me. “And the clothes you’re wearing.” She stared at me like I was some kind of joke. “I mean, if you’ve got any pride, you’ll leave everything that isn’t yours.” I only looked at Rafe. But he was gazing at Bianca like she hung the moon. “Yeah. Whatever she says, goes.” He used to look at me like that.
Before Bianca came back and shattered everything. I set down my phone and turned into the bedroom. A minute later, I walked out wearing the custom red silk wedding gown my family had made for me. It was ironic. I’d walked into this marriage in it, and now I was walking out. Rafe’s eyes flickered the second he saw me. On our wedding day, he’d said I was the most beautiful woman in the world, that I was like an angel. I wondered what he was thinking now. Probably that he could have both if he was smart enough. I stared at him. “This dress has nothing to do with you, right?” “Yeah,” he said. “I didn’t buy it.” He glanced at Bianca right after, like he was explaining himself. But Bianca wasn’t satisfied. Her eyes landed on my necklace. “Oh, that necklace.” She smiled. “I like it.” Rafe didn’t even look at me.
“Give her the necklace.” Today was supposed to be good. I’d just found out I was pregnant. Even if he wanted a divorce, I hadn’t planned on making a scene. But this? It was too far. This necklace was a gift from my dad for my eighteenth birthday. Custom-made by the best jeweler in the country. I wore it every single day. And it was my premarital property. Rafe knew that. I looked at him, my voice turning cold. “Rafe, don’t be disgusting. This necklace has nothing to do with you.”