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Jason —Two years laterI was in my penthouse in South Carolina, sipping my wine and admiring the beautiful city view when my fiancée Clara called my name from inside."Babe, your phone is ringing," she said, rushing over to hand it to me."Who's calling?" I asked curiously, not expecting any calls that day as I had decided to take a break from work."It's an unsaved number, but Truecaller says it's Zora," she replied, handing me the phone.I felt disappointed at the mention of that name. I thought I had blocked her, so how was she able to reach me?I hesitated to answer the call, but Clara had made the effort to bring me the phone, so I reluctantly accepted it to avoid devaluing her efforts or raising suspicions of infidelity."Speak," I said as soon as I accepted the call."Um, good morning, Jason. I'm really sorry for everything. I just hope you can find a place in your heart to forgive me, even though it may be difficult," a weak, feminine voice cried from the other end of the lin

ZORA—"Hello, Zayn," I said as soon as I answered the call. My voice was so cold that it was enough to let him know I was not happy with him."Hello, baby. What happened? Is there a problem?" He asked inquisitively, trying to soften my mood as he knew he had upset me."Are you pretending not to know what you did? Okay, setting that aside, why didn't you pick up my calls?"He gasped and asked, "When? Oh, that must have been when I was in a meeting with some of our collaborators.""I'm really sorry," he added, sighing."It's okay. Actually, I wanted to ask about your close friend Blake. Have you been in touch with him recently?""Of course, I just spoke with him this morning. Is there an issue? Is he okay?" His concerned tone indicated he was starting to worry."Well, Daisy and I have been unable to reach him. He's unreachable while Daisy is undergoing the artificial insemination procedure. We're concerned that something may have happened to him, but since you said you spoke with him th

ZORA—I was at the office when I lied to Daisy on the call, telling her that I was off to work. Thankfully, there was nothing else to do in the office, as the board of directors had canceled the meeting that was supposed to happen in a few minutes.I went home, picked up my daughter, and drove to the hospital where Daisy is doing the artificial insemination.Upon our arrival at the hospital, she was already in the operating room, so we had to sit in the waiting room and pray for her safe operation."Mommy, where is Aunty Daisy? I thought you told me we were coming here to see her?" Daisy asked with a worried look on her face."Of course, darling. We're here for her, and she's here. She's just inside the operating room, so we have to wait for her," I explained calmly, caressing her hair with a smile on my lips."But what happened to her? Is she sick? I don't want her to be sick because she promised me to give birth to a girl I could go to school with.""Absolutely. That's the main reas

DAISY—"Really? I can't believe Paige came to your house. But I thought she was in prison. How did she escape?" I asked Zora in astonishment after she told me about her recent encounter with Paige."Honestly, dear. I couldn't imagine what might have happened if I did not show up at home by that time. The fact that I saw her carrying Daisy and that she was sitting comfortably on her thighs makes me want to throw up, gosh." I could hear her voice as she sighed. She was traumatized by the experience."Calm down, Zora. The most important thing is that you were able to save your daughter from her, and I hope you have taught her not to embrace strangers at all unless you approved her to do so.""Of course I did a long time ago. That was why I was stunned. I think Paige was using a sort of voodoo on my household. First, it was Zayn, and now my daughter." She said this with a pathetic voice."Oh, dear, don't think those things. What matters now is that your daughter is fine, okay?" I said, tr

ZORA—"When you do, come back to drive this lady out of my house."Amanda's facial expression changed instantly. She gave me a worried look, but she dared not question my authority."Come on, Zora, why are you causing a scene? Your daughter Daisy likes me, and that's why she was comfortable with me. You should let her go up when she wants to," Paige said with a disdainful tone, rising to her feet to leave and avoid embarrassment."I'd rather punch a rock than leave my daughter with a demon like you," I remarked, hissing with irritation on my face.Thankfully, Daisy and Amanda were already halfway upstairs, so they couldn't hear us exchanging words. Nevertheless, I would still scold Daisy later for feeling too comfortable with someone she barely knows to the point of snubbing me when I called her to embrace me."Well, thanks to the universe, you saw with your own eyes that I did not force your daughter to be with me. She was enchanted by my beauty just like her father was.""Beauty att

ZORA —"Well, I don't have an answer for that right now," he replied, releasing me and turning away, heading to the room to avoid further questions, unwilling to reveal what he was keeping to himself.I let out a deep sigh, gazing at him for a few seconds, and I shook my head with a faint smile on my lips. "Now it all makes sense," I blurted out, but he only winced in response.After washing my face, I went to his kitchen to prepare a meal for both of us and one for him to keep in the refrigerator. Surprisingly, he kept checking on me in the kitchen, assisting with cutting vegetables and other tasks to speed up the food preparation, something he had never done before.Usually, when he was at home, he would either be reading or watching football.Once the meal was ready, we sat down to eat, and Zayn was delighted, expressing his wish for me to cook for him every day.After we finished eating, he offered to drive me home, which I accepted, as it would also give him a chance to see Daisy

In the days after meeting Daniel, I was filled with a mix of excitement and fear. I was overwhelmed by the thought of uncovering Aiden’s secrets. Daniel had set up a meeting for me to see the evidence, and the anticipation of what I would discover made it hard for me to focus on anything else. On the day of our scheduled meeting, I felt a mix of nervousness and resolve. I spent the morning getting ready, trying to calm the anxious energy that had been with me. As the time approached, I felt a mix of excitement and fear, knowing this was a crucial moment in my life. The meeting place was an inconspicuous office building in a quiet part of town. The lobby was stark and functional, a sharp contrast to the opulence of my world. Daniel was waiting for me in a small conference room, a steel briefcase on the table beside him. “Layla,” he greeted me with a serious expression. “Thank you for coming.” I nodded, my heart pounding. “Skip that. I’m ready to see what you have.” Daniel opened

LAYLA — I had a restless sleep, filled with fragmented dreams of a past that was once joyful but now tainted by betrayal and regret. I woke before dawn, burdened by Daniel’s words and Aiden’s controlling presence. The early morning hours provided a moment of peace amidst the chaos, allowing me to collect my thoughts before facing the day’s challenges. I went through my morning routine with robotic precision, my mind consumed by secrets and suspicions. The clatter of pots and pans in the opulent kitchen did little to ease my racing thoughts. The stark contrast between the lavish surroundings and my inner turmoil was unsettling. Aiden, ever punctual, appeared in the kitchen as I was finishing up. His gaze swept over me, assessing, calculating. “Good morning,” he said, his tone neutral. “Good morning,” I replied, forcing a smile. Aiden grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen island, scrolling through emails on his phone. His distant demeanor served as a stark reminder of the

LAYLA — I couldn’t shake off the tension from my encounter with Daniel. His words echoed in my mind, a persistent whisper challenging everything I had ever known about my life and my marriage. The extravagant penthouse and Daniel’s undeniable charisma had stirred emotions I had long buried. Yet, with every step I took away from him, the reality of my own situation felt more dangerous. I spent the rest of the day in a haze, distracted and restless. By the time evening arrived, I was preparing for the dinner with the Caldwells—a social event that should have been a distraction from my troubles but instead felt like another arena where I had to perform my role flawlessly. The ballroom of our mansion was transformed into a haven of elegance, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the finely dressed guests. My reflection in the magnificent mirror showed a woman who appeared quiet and composed, but beneath the surface, my mind was a whirlwind of doubts and questions. Aiden

LAYLA — I woke up the next morning feeling a heaviness in my chest that wouldn’t go away. The encounter with Daniel had left me shaken, and the memory of his piercing gaze lingered like a phantom in my thoughts. I pushed back the silk sheets and slid out of bed, hoping to shake off the lingering emotions. As I walked across the soft carpet to the bathroom, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my carefully controlled life was on the verge of falling apart. I stared at my reflection in the mirror—perfectly styled hair, flawless skin, and eyes that held a hint of sadness beneath their polished surface. I am Layla Hart-Black, the wife of Aiden Black, a woman envied by everyone in New York’s elite circles. However, despite being in a luxurious bathroom filled with signs of wealth and success, I felt more like a prisoner than a queen. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and started my morning routine. The familiar actions helped soothe my racing thoughts, but questions still

LAYLA — The elegant ballroom was alive with the sound of clinking champagne glasses and soft chatter. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the sparkling city lights of Manhattan. My life seemed as glamorous as the view from the outside. I was married to Aiden Black, a billionaire venture capitalist known for his ruthless business acumen and unmatched success. Aiden was one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the country, turning heads wherever he went. I, the stunning and poised socialite, as people mostly call me, was the perfect accessory by his side. Beneath the surface, our marriage was just a facade, a beautiful lie. The glamorous parties, designer clothes, and luxurious lifestyle couldn’t fill the emptiness in my heart. I had learned long ago to accept the icy distance between us, the love that had never been there. Aiden was more concerned with his business empire than me. He had always been that way—detached, ambitious, and laser-focused on success.