I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 15

I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 15

Below the message was a new phone number.

I squinted at it for a few seconds before saving it.

I spent two seconds thinking of a contact name.

Saved as: Half-and-Half (Grant).

Perfect.

I flipped over and went back to sleep.

Week fourteen of the pregnancy.

My stomach was starting to show a faint curve.

You couldn’t tell if I wore loose clothes, but whenever I threw on a fitted t-shirt, there was a tiny, unmistakable

bump.

The OB-GYN said everything looked great and both babies were growing right on schedule.

She just kept reminding me to eat more since my weight was still on the lower end.

Eating well wasn’t an issue anymore.

Logan had arranged a daily meal delivery service-three full meals plus two snacks, dropped off at my door

like clockwork.

It tasted pretty damn good.

A massive upgrade from my old diet of instant ramen and cheap takeout.

The next couple of weeks went by peacefully.

Gavin didn’t show his face again.

Mrs. Vance didn’t call.

Grant occasionally sent a text asking about my check-ups. I’d reply with a simple “All good,” and that would

be the end of it.

I thought this low-key rhythm would stretch out until the end.

Until one afternoon.

I walked down to the convenience store at the corner of the complex to grab some Greek yogurt-I’d been

craving plain yogurt insanely hard lately, going through four or five tubs a day.

I stepped out holding a plastic bag full of tubs, scrolling on my phone.

I looked up.

A sleek black sedan was idling right at the curb.

The tinted window rolled down, revealing a striking face.

Vivian Sterling.

The woman I’d locked eyes with in the hospital hallway weeks ago.

Today, she wore a pale blue knit cardigan, her long hair swept back into an effortless low bun, paired with

simple diamond studs.

Polished, elegant, effortless.

The textbook definition of old-money royalty.

She looked at me and offered a soft smile.

“Miss Miller? What a coincidence.”

Coincidence my ass.

This neighborhood was strictly residential except for corporate high-rises a few blocks away.

She was here for one reason: me.

I didn’t call her out.

“Hi.”

“Do you have a few minutes to talk?” she asked, opening her car door and stepping out onto the pavement.

“Just a few minutes.”

I looked at her, then down at my heavy bag of dairy.

“Sure, but I need to throw these in the fridge first. You want to come up, or-”

“Let’s just sit here,” she interrupted gently, pointing toward a wooden bench near the entrance.

“It won’t take long.”

We sat side by side on the bench under the thin autumn sun.

Vivian stayed quiet for a moment before turning her head toward me.

“Miss Miller, I know about the… arrangement between you and Grant.”

I took a sip of my drink and waited for her to go on.

“I don’t blame you,” she said, her voice completely calm, almost sympathetic.

“I understand your situation.”

I gave a short nod.

“Thanks.”

She watched my profile, pausing briefly.

“I just wanted to clear up one thing.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you… have any feelings for Grant?”

I almost choked on my drink.

I coughed twice and turned to face her.

“No.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, searching my face.

“Miss Sterling, Grant and I have a strict contract. He’s funding this, and I’m the incubator. In ten months, I collect my check and leave. I have zero interest in him. Honestly-”

I rattled the plastic bag in my hand.

“I barely even remember what his face looks like.”

Vivian’s expression flickered.

It wasn’t relief-it looked more like… confusion.

“Then why did he push back the engagement?”

“You’ll have to ask him that.”

She pressed her lips together.

“Look, Vivian,” I said, dropping the formal tone. “I’m not trying to steal anyone’s man, I’m not playing home-wrecker, and I don’t care about the Vance fortune or Grant himself. Whether you two get married tomorrow or break up today is none of my business. I just want to survive these ten months and get my

normal life back.”

“You’re his official fiancée. If you feel insecure, talk to him. Coming to me is a waste of time.”

I finished my yogurt, tossed the empty tub into a nearby bin, and stood up.

“If that’s all, I’m heading up.”

Vivian stayed on the bench, unmoving.

She looked up at me, her lips parting slightly, but all that came out was a quiet statement:

“Thank you for your honesty, Josie.”

I gave her a brief nod and walked away with my bag.

After a few paces, the floating text materialized in front of me.

[Vivian wasn’t telling the whole truth. She didn’t come to check Josie’s intentions-she came to measure Josie’s leverage.]

[Meaning?]

[Because Grant didn’t just delay the engagement-he had Logan freeze all of Vivian’s access to internal Vance corporate networks. A major joint venture between the Vance Group and the Sterling family has been completely halted for audit.]

[Holy crap… he’s making corporate moves?]

[Not just moves-he’s severing ties. Grant is systematically stripping away every shared asset tied to the Sterlings. Because he traced the leak: Gavin got Josie’s address directly from Vivian’s family.]