Carrying His Heir While Fighting His Lies novel Chapter 3

She projected the call onto the big screen of the press conference, and the next second, Blake's face appeared before my eyes.

That face that accompanied me daily—I knew it better than anyone.

He wouldn't answer my call but answered Olivia's immediately.

Rage surged through me, making me dizzy.

He'd better clarify this mess quickly, or I wouldn't let him come home easily.

But the next second, I froze.

Blake's voice was incredibly gentle:

"Honey, what are you doing?"

The little boy ran over, sweetly calling, "Dad."

Blake smiled, "Have you been listening to your mom at home?"

The boy nodded, then his little face scrunched up as if remembering something.

"Yes, but someone keep making Mom angry. Today a woman claimed Mom was a homewrecker and embarrassed her in public."

Hearing this, surprise flashed in Blake's eyes, quickly replaced by anger.

"What kind of nobody dares cause trouble at Jensen Group? My only wife is Olivia."

"Olivia, fight back. I will support you."

As he spoke, Olivia rushed up to me, raised her hand, and slapped me hard across the face.

"I've been patient with you, but you've gone too far. Now that I've proven myself, you should accept it."

I stood there stunned, my face pale:

"That's impossible. He can't be Blake. Blake would never treat me this way."

"Give me the phone! I need to ask him what's going on!"

I reached out to grab the phone, wanting to confront Blake privately.

But Olivia wouldn't give me the chance. Seeing me approach, panic flashed across her face.

She quickly backed away, then shouted at me:

"What are you doing?! This is my husband! Can't win the argument so you're getting physical?"

"Security! Is there any security? Get this tramp out of here!"

The scene descended into chaos. Security approached to remove me, but I clutched my belly and looked at them.

"I'm pregnant. If you dare touch me and something happens, will you take responsibility?!"

The security guards stopped when they saw my pregnant belly, looking at me helplessly:

"Miss, this is a press conference. Please leave."

I was furious. "Are you all blind? Can't you see who's really causing trouble?"

I didn't know what Olivia was plotting, but while the face in the video was Blake's, with today's advanced technology, AI face synthesis wasn't impossible.

Unless I saw the person standing in front of me, I wouldn't believe it.

As I was thinking, I suddenly remembered someone who could prove my identity.

"Right! My mother-in-law can confirm who I am."

I frantically pulled out my phone, about to call Blake's mother. But after seeing Olivia, I put the screen down.

"If you claim to be Blake's wife, you must have his mother's number."