Soon, the photo spread through the New York elite society’s social media circle.
“My little princess, Daddy loves you!” The image showed our tightly clasped hands and the blurry ultrasound.
Quickly, a stream of blessings poured in—from relatives, friends, and countless business partners.
“Congratulations, Daniel, a beautiful baby girl!”
“Your little princess will be as gorgeous as her mom!”
Daniel replied to each message, his face glowing with joy at becoming a father.
He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and whispered tenderly: “Rachel, thank you. She’s the proof of our love.”
I caressed my still-flat belly, drowning in the joy of becoming a mother, certain I had never been happier in my life.
Daniel, the only son of the Scott family, came from a powerful business empire, well-known among New York’s elite society.
And I? Just a girl from an ordinary background.
Our union had once been mocked as a “Prince and Cinderella” tale.
Everyone said I was lucky to marry so well—and even I believed it.
Daniel, handsome and attentive, had pampered me into becoming a true princess.
But I never imagined this fairy tale was nothing more than an elaborate lie he carefully wove.