On His Wedding Day, I Left With His Baby

Synopsis

The day the King's Tutor, Andy Saunders, got married, I was already three months pregnant. The white veil was for her. The gifts, the flower-decked carriages—everything was for her. I stood in the side courtyard, one hand on my belly. I didn't say a word. That night, I packed up and left. Five years later, the richest man in Southbank arrives in the capital—with a child genius in tow. Andy praises my boy before the King, begs to take him as his final disciple. The King is delighted. He throws a feast. Andy walks over to me, glass in hand, eyes blazing with a hunger barely held in check. "Had your fun? Time to come home, with our son." I smile and top off his wine. "You've mistaken me for someone else, sir. My husband's waiting outside." His hand freezes. Wine sloshes onto the floor.