Ex-Husband Wants My Baby After Putting Me to Jail

Wayne Don had a blast at the amusement park today, appearing far more childlike than the pathetically mature facade he usually put on. He laughed carefree, as if there were not a worry or annoyance in the world.

After finishing their day out, the three of them returned to the parking lot. Violet Don stood at the exit, cradling Wayne as she waited for her brother to drive up. Her tall and slender silhouette caught the attention of a Maserati driver who honked at her a few times, "Hey, beauty, want to come along?"

Violet flashed a smile at the handsome guy inside, but before she could speak, Wayne in her arms said, "No need, my mommy's being picked up!"

Damn, this little brat!

Christian River was just about to comment what a pity it was that such a beautiful girl was already married with a child, but as soon as he saw Wayne's face, he was dumbfounded!

He stuck his head out the car window and locked eyes with Wayne. "Little brat, what did you say?"

How could this kid look exactly... exactly like Noah Bates!

What the hell is going on here? How could a kid who looks so much like him suddenly show up? Could this be one of Noah Bates' past flings?

Christian's gaze swiftly turned to Violet's face, and in that moment, he finally remembered who she was!

Before he had come to Seaside City five years ago, he had heard a big piece of news: that the young master of Seaside City, Noah Bates, had sent his own wife to prison in a grand act of righteousness.

And who was his wife? It was Violet Don, the talented and proud Miss Don from Seaside City!

While Christian was still in a daze, Owen Don drove up. Seeing him blocking the way without moving, Owen honked a few times. Christian finally snapped out of it and took one more hard look at Wayne.

He couldn't believe his eyes; damn, the resemblance was uncanny. He wouldn't believe it if someone said that kid wasn't Noah Bates' own!

So, Christian snapped a quick photo and hurriedly drove off. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Violet get into another car that followed behind him. After noting down the license plate, he sent a message with one hand to his good brother.

[Christian River: Old Noah Old Noah! Have you been sowing your wild oats out there or what?]

[Noah Bates: ...Are you drunk?]

Christian sent the photo over right away. It was of Violet holding Wayne at the roadside. Her tall, slender body was framed against the evening wind that sent her hair flying and shattered the sunset behind her. She held the child in her arms while smiling, her features still delicate and refined, her face exuding an air of serene years.

The phone rang within seconds, and as soon as Christian answered, he heard Noah's roar from the other end, "Where did you see them?"

"Joy Valley!" Christian rattled off a series of license plate numbers so that Noah could track them later. He continued, "They got into this car! Man, I was shocked when I saw it, only realizing later. I'm telling you, that damn kid looks just like you. I won't believe he's not your son!"

Noah hung up without a word, quickly arranged someone to track down the license plate, and gripped his phone tightly, his expression turning frightfully grim—either with excitement or anger.

Violet Don! You actually had the guts to secretly have my child!

Five years... and he hadn't known that he and Violet had another child! All this time, he'd only wanted his child with Amy Andrews, but that child was never coming back... along with Amy...

When exactly had Violet given birth to this child...? Was it while she was in prison...?

Just the thought of jail made Noah's gaze darken. It had been five years... Violet Don had been behind bars for a full five years.