The moment the words left my lips, not a single person believed me. Laughter erupted.
“Stop making things up. You can’t even lie well. How could you possibly have a daughter in just five years?”
But I wasn’t lying.
My daughter is in preschool now.
Like her father, she’s been clever since she was little—
And she insists that only I pick her up; a nanny won’t do.
Some people’s eyes skimmed over my figure with open disdain.
“Your status might be low and you’re not favored, but at least your figure’s decent.”
“Yeah, you don’t look like you’ve ever had a child.”
“If you’re done with Ethan, why not give me a chance to pursue you?”
A ripple of mocking laughter spread around us.
They all believed that over the years, I had been clinging to Ethan just to secure the marriage and earn favor in the Brooks family—
Even calling me a pathetic lapdog in private.
What they didn’t know was that I had never cared about the so-called status of being the real Brooks heiress.
I didn’t even want anything to do with my biological parents.
“That’s right, me too, me too!”
“Lily Anderson, a leftover woman like you—dragged along for five years by Ethan—if you don’t get married soon, you’ll be an old maid nobody wants.”