The Night I Went Into Labor His Stepsister Livestreamed Herself Bedding My Husband Chapter 09
When I saw Julian again, all the arrogance had drained out of him—but he was still forcing himself to shout through his fear.
“Stella is my wife.”
“Mr. Shaw, this woman deceived you. We’re not divorced!”
I unlocked my phone and shoved the digital divorce certificate in his face.
“Julian. We were divorced six years ago.”
He stared at the document, refusing to believe it, hunting for signs of forgery.
But you can’t fake something real.
“No. That’s impossible. I never agreed to divorce you.”
“You—you were such a good, free housekeeper…”
He realized what he’d said and shut his mouth in a hurry. His face flickered between green and white.
But I wasn’t in a hurry. I finished the thought for him.
“A perfect, free housekeeper. Of course you wouldn’t want to give that up.”
Julian said nothing. Vivienne grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into the floor.
“That’s for laying a finger on my family! You piece of trash!”
Julian wanted to fight back, but one glance at the wall of bodyguards lining the corridor was enough. He didn’t dare so much as flinch.
Vivienne kept slamming his head down until a raw, bloody crater had opened on his scalp, and even then she wasn’t satisfied. She swung her gaze to Bianca.
Bianca panicked.
“Ma’am—ma’am, don’t let Stella deceive you. She had a baby with Julian. She’s hidden the child somewhere.”
“Ethan is probably Julian’s son.”
“You should kill Stella. She deserves to die a miserable death!”
Vivienne looked at her coldly and slapped her across the face.
“Ma’am? Who do you think you are to call me *ma’am*? A little tramp your age, climbing into bed with your own stepbrother, and proud of it, too.”
Bianca’s cheek reddened and swelled instantly. But she gritted through the pain, indignation flashing in her eyes.
“Stella pawned off some other man’s children as the Shaw heir. She has Mr. Shaw raising another man’s son. Aren’t you going to do anything about *that*?”
Vivienne raised her hand again, but Sebastian caught her wrist.
He walked toward Bianca, slow and deliberate, one step at a time.
Up close, the flush on her cheek deepened further.
“Mr. Shaw, say the word and I’ll abort this baby right now. I’ll be your mistress.”
“You don’t even mind Stella—I’m younger than her, I’m prettier than her, you’ll definitely—”
“*Aaah!*”
The scream tore out of her mid-sentence as pain crashed through her.
Sebastian had stepped down on her foot with all his weight and was slowly, deliberately grinding.
“I heard this is how you tortured my son.”
Cold sweat broke out across Bianca’s face. But she still wouldn’t give up.
“Mr. Shaw, I know a hundred tricks Stella doesn’t. I promise you’ll be addicted. Just try me.”
Sebastian suddenly smiled and lifted his foot.
Bianca forgot the pain instantly, eyes lighting up.
Then he turned to Julian.
“Is *this* the stepsister who seduced you? Seven times in one night?”
Julian, already reeling from wave after wave of shocks, drained of the last of his color.
“How—how do you know that—”
“Not only do I know. I’ve watched it.”
“Julian Ashford. You laid hands on the sister you raised. And you have the gall to call yourself a father?”
“Your child with Stella died the night you were busy going seven rounds.”
Julian’s face went ashen. He whipped around to Bianca.
“*You?* You—you sent that video to Stella? She was ten months pregnant! How could you!”
Bianca laughed cold.
“What was there to be afraid of? You dared to do it. Why couldn’t I dare to send it?”
“Julian, don’t you dare pin this on me. *You’re* the one who ignored your pregnant wife. *You’re* the one who called her your free housekeeper. *You’re* the one who said you hoped she’d drop dead somewhere out there. So who’s the real trash here?”
Julian’s face went dark red. It took him ages to force out a few words.
“I—I meant—”
Sebastian couldn’t be bothered watching them turn on each other. His eyes had moved to Bianca’s belly. The look in them was terrifying.
Julian caught on and dropped to his knees.
“Mr. Shaw, please, take it out on me, don’t hurt her!”
Julian did, apparently, have some real feeling for Bianca.
I sighed.
“Save your breath. Bianca isn’t pregnant.”