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Chapter 1 : My Infertile Husband Has A Pregnant Mistress Emily’s POV My husband and his ex-fiancée were having sex on our fifth wedding anniversary.The words rang in my mind like a death knell as I stared at the video on my phone. My breath hitched, my vision blurred, but I couldn’t look away. I should have stopped watching—closed the screen, thrown the phone across the room—but my fingers stayed frozen, my heart betraying me with every beat. The video played on, each second digging a deeper hole in my chest. Nathan—my Nathan—lay tangled in hotel sheets with Camille, his ex. They were laughing, kissing, gripping each other like they couldn’t bear to let go. My stomach churned as the camera zoomed in on them. The faint swell of Camille’s belly felt like the final blow. She was pregnant. The phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the dining table. For a moment, the sound brought me back to reality. The candlelight flickered over the delicate table setting I had spent hou
Chapter 2: The Moment of TruthEmily's POVEverybody knows.They all knew my husband was sleeping around—everyone except me.I can see it now in the pitying glances the staff gave me over the years. The whispered conversations that stopped the moment I entered a room. The way Julia’s mouth twitched with barely hidden smugness whenever I visited Nathan at work.It wasn’t just loyalty or professionalism that made them avert their gazes—it was pity.My throat tightens as I push through the revolving doors of St. Claire Enterprises. The cool blast of air conditioning does little to cool the fiery rage bubbling inside me. This building, once bearing my father’s name, now feels foreign—like a mausoleum where the remnants of my trust, my pride, and my love have come to die.My heels strike the gleaming marble floors with sharp, deliberate clicks, echoing through the expansive lobby. Every step feels like a war drum announcing the battle I’m about to wage.Nathan will see me today, whether he
Emily's POVI return home, my heart still racing from the confrontation with Nathan. The door clicks shut behind me, and for a moment, I lean against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I need to gather my thoughts, but all I can think about is the face of Camille plastered with that smug smile, and Nathan’s cruel taunts echoing in my mind.I stomp into the bathroom, shedding my clothes like they’re an old skin. The hot water of the shower cascades down my body, washing away the remnants of Nathan's betrayal, if only for a moment. I stand there, letting the steam envelop me, muttering angrily to myself. “Who does he think he is? Talking down to me like that!”I grab my lotion, but it slips from my fingers, crashing to the floor. “Ugh! Great, just great,” I groan, shaking my head.It was this clumsiness that brought be this far in the first place. I could scream in frustration, but instead, I let the water drown out my anger. Nathan might think he’s won, but I’m done being t
Emily's POVI stand at the mirror, my hands trembling slightly as I apply the last touches of makeup. I can’t help but feel the weight of what I’m about to do. After Claire’s urging, I’ve decided to reach out to Adrian Blackwood. Just the thought of his name sends a shiver down my spine. He’s the wealthiest man in the city, a man known for being ruthless and cold, but I need his help. I need someone powerful on my side to take down Nathan.I glance at the business card he gave me, the embossed lettering gleaming under the light. “Adrian Blackwood,” it reads, and beneath it, his title: CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. I breathe in deeply, trying to squash the flutter of nerves in my stomach. I dial the number, praying he picks up.When he answers, his deep, magnetic voice pulls me in. “Why is a beggar calling me so early in the morning?” he grumbles, sleep still thick in his tone.My mouth drops open in disbelief. “Excuse me?” I manage to reply, though my heart races. The audacity of this
Emily's POVI step inside the mansion, the place that used to feel like a home but now feels like a trap. After my meeting with Adrian, everything seems so different. The weight of the deal I made, the favors I’ll owe, and the humiliating fact that I’ll be working as his maid makes my stomach churn. The mighty fall, don’t they?I glance around the grand entryway—this mansion was once a symbol of my parents’ hard-earned success, of their legacy. And now, Nathan is bleeding it dry with his reckless investments, soon to ruin everything. As I walk through the hallway, I pause by the large family portrait of my parents. I can almost hear my father’s voice in my head: Stay strong, Emily. This isn’t over. And I know it isn’t. I’ll make them proud again.I move upstairs, the exhaustion catching up with me. Two days... it's only been two days since I confronted Nathan and found out about Camille’s pregnancy. Two days, and it feels like a lifetime. My mind spins with everything—Nathan’s cruelty
Emily’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, taking in the new version of myself. The sleek, tailored black dress hugged my curves, emphasizing the confidence I had worked so hard to reclaim. It was amazing how a simple shopping trip could transform me. I smiled faintly, the thrill of the new wardrobe coursing through me. But that joy was fleeting.As I stepped out of my bedroom, my heart raced with both excitement and trepidation. I could hear Nathan in the living room, and despite my resolve, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach.“Emily!” he called out, his tone dripping with condescension. “We need to talk.”I forced myself to walk into the living room, where Nathan sat on the couch, looking more smug than ever. His eyes narrowed as he took in my appearance, and I could see the jealousy bubbling beneath his surface.“Nice dress,” he sneered, his voice oozing with sarcasm. “Where did you get the money for that?”“None of your business,” I replied, crossing my arms defiantly.“I saw yo
The news hit me like a punch to the gut. “How do you know this?” I cleared my throat and couldn’t help but lean forward. Because of the contract terms, I could no longer tell Claire about anything because he needed his privacy, and although she understood, I just wished I had a more open-minded helper.But seeing how this was the most I could get, I guess beggars can’t be choosers.“Let’s just say I have my sources,” he replied, pacing the room as he spoke. Of course he did.He is the Adrian Blackwood “He’s trying to set you up to take the fall.”I shook my head, disbelief swirling in my mind. “I can’t believe he would go that far.”Adrian stopped, fixing me with an intense gaze. “You need to understand the stakes, Emily. Nathan is not going to play nice, and if you don’t act quickly, you’ll lose everything.”“But we have been together for seven years, how could he?” I asked, my voice weak as I felt deflated against the bar stool.He leaned against the bar, pouring himself a drink. “H
Emily’s POVThe charity gala was a dazzling display of wealth and status. Crystal chandeliers hung above, casting shimmering light over the sea of opulent gowns and tailored suits. I felt the eyes of the crowd on me, their whispers following my every step. I couldn’t blame them; walking into a room with Adrian Blackwood by my side was like announcing to the world that I no longer played by the rules I used to.Adrian, as always, looked striking. His tailored suit highlighted his broad shoulders, and the way he carried himself—commanding and untouchable—made it impossible for anyone not to notice him. We had already agreed to split once we entered. Adrian’s enigmatic reputation was important, and maintaining distance was part of the plan.“I’ll keep an eye on you,” he had whispered before we entered. There was a weight to his words that had sent a shiver down my spine.I nodded and moved into the crowd, alone now. Despite the confidence my new dress brought me, I felt like an outsider.
Larry Thorne’s POVIt was quiet now. The kind of quiet that used to drive me insane when I was younger, before I knew how to appreciate it. The twins had finally fallen asleep after I’d read them their bedtime stories, the girl clutching her stuffed rabbit and the boy sprawled out like he owned the world.Fatherhood. Who would have thought it?Four months ago, I couldn’t have imagined this life. Me, Larry Thorne, the reckless playboy who lived for booze, drugs, and women, now playing the role of a family man.Well, mostly.I leaned against the doorframe of the twins’ room, watching their tiny chests rise and fall with each breath. It was surreal, almost poetic, how much they had changed me. I didn’t touch alcohol anymore, and the mere thought of drugs made me sick. I wanted to be better—for them. They deserved that.And for all her quirks, Elise had stepped up too. She loved those kids like they were her own, doting on them in ways I never expected. There were moments when I caught her
Chapter 34Mirabel Vanroe’s POVThese past four months have definitely been the longest four years of my life, it has taken me through different phases, made me understand myself more and most especially, understand the surrounding situation.The time within those months ave made me understand that forgiveness be damned, new beginnings be damned. Those who said that opportunities come but once weren't lying. They definitely had won my shoes before coming up with those words of wisdom, because I had that opportunity to become a star after I graduated from college, and it was the only once of my life, because now, I was nothing but a crazy woman forced to wear a white uniform because the alternative would have been orange overalls in a damned cell with notorious roommates, but right now, I was stuck with crazy. "I heard she used to be a top star.""Top star my foot, if she was a top star, then I was a top planet," I glared at the two psychopaths and watched them scamper away, while I h
Claire’s POVFour months had passed since my world turned upside down, and now I stood at the precipice of a new beginning. The joy of motherhood swelled within me, even as I lay drenched in sweat, gripping the sides of the hospital bed with all my might. The air in the delivery room felt thick, buzzing with nervous energy and the weight of what was about to happen."Push, Claire! You’re almost there!" The doctor’s voice cut through the haze of pain, grounding me in the moment.A sharp contraction tore through me, and for a brief moment, I thought I might lose my mind. Every nerve in my body screamed in protest, but then I felt Emily’s firm hand clasping mine."You’ve got this! You’re the strongest woman I know." Her voice, steady and filled with conviction, was the anchor I desperately needed.On the other side of me was Vince
Mirabel's POV The cold steel of the prison bars bit into my palms as I leaned against them, the chill seeping into my bones. My breath came out in ragged gasps, each one a struggle to pull from the suffocating air of my cell. The coarse fabric of my orange jumpsuit scratched at my skin, a constant reminder of how far I had fallen—from the glamour of studio lights and red carpets to this dim, unforgiving cage. Tears streamed
Larry's POVI never saw it coming—the sharp crack of bone that echoed through the room, a sound so foreign yet unmistakably mine. Pain flared up my leg, an incandescent burst of white-hot agony that blotted out thought and breath. I crumpled to the cold, hard ground, gasping, clutching at the shattered limb as if sheer will could piece it back together.“Damn it, Larry,” Vincent’s voice cut through the haze, cold and commanding. “You really should watch your step.”His words were laced with fury and satisfaction, a combination that made my stomach churn as much as the pain in my leg did. I bit down a groan, my breaths coming shallow and fast. Sweat pooled on my brow, and the room spun like a cruel carnival ride.“You didn’t have to do this,” I rasped, the words barely escaping through clenched teeth. My voice trembled, lacking conviction even as I spoke.Vincent crouched beside me, his face a mask of barely restrained rage. “Didn’t have to?” he echoed, his voice low and dangerous. “You
Vincent’s POVThe moment the hacker delivered the final batch of files, I knew Mirabel’s reign of terror was over. Nine hours was all it took for her carefully constructed image to shatter. Years of deceit, manipulation, and cruelty now sat neatly categorized in front of me—subtle, strong, explosive.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen as the weight of the evidence settled over me. Bank transfers tied to bribery. Screenshots of threats she’d sent to assistants she bullied into silence. Even a recorded confession from one of her ex-managers, who detailed the torment she’d put him through before driving him to a breakdown. And then there were the videos.They were the kind of content no PR team could spin, the kind that would obliterate every shred of credibility she had left. Explicit. Damning. Ugly.I should have felt disgusted—or maybe even pity—but all I felt was cold, unrelenting anger.“Vincent?” Claire’s voice pulled me back. She was sitting on the couch, her legs cu
Claire’s POVExhaustion weighed heavily on me, my body begging for rest, but my mind refused to grant it. My eyelids drooped as I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand resting protectively over my belly. Vincent was pacing in front of me, his phone in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He had been trying to convince me to sleep for over an hour, but how could I close my eyes with so much at stake?“They said ten hours,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Ten hours, Vincent. That’s a lifetime right now.”“You’ll make yourself sick,” he countered, kneeling before me. He placed the glass in my hand and cupped my cheek with his other. His gaze was soft, yet determined. “Claire, please. Trust me. We’re almost there.”I wanted to believe him, but the knot in my stomach wouldn’t unravel. “I can’t. Not until this is over. Not until Mirabel’s lies are exposed, and she can’t hurt us anymore.” My voice cracked, and I hated how vulnerable I sounded.Vincent’s thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping
Mirabel’s POVI paced the length of the room, my stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor, their sound slicing through the tense silence. Every deliberate step mirrored the whirlwind in my mind. That insipid little video Claire had posted was still trending. A pregnant woman pleading for peace? Sympathy for her unborn child? It was a masterstroke of manipulation.And it was working.The pity I’d spent months crafting had evaporated overnight. My nails dug into my palms as I replayed her words in my head, each line dripping with saccharine innocence. If I announced my pregnancy now, it would look like a desperate bid for attention. Worse, it would backfire spectacularly. No one would side with me over a vulnerable, heavily pregnant woman.The public would eat me alive.But I wasn’t about to roll over and surrender. I’d played the victim long enough. Now, it was time to become the devil.I reached for my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found the one I needed. My
Claire's POVThe moment Emily and Adrian left, the tension in the air felt almost suffocating. I was still processing the mess from earlier when something unexpected happened. It started with a faint sound—like the rustling of dozens of people gathering—and then it grew louder. By the time I made it to the window, I could see the crowd forming outside the gates, a sea of reporters, paparazzi, and random strangers pushing forward, trying to get in.I froze. Panic surged through me. I wasn’t sure what to do.Vincent, however, was on it in an instant. His phone rang with the speed of someone who had already anticipated this move. He snapped a few words into it, and within minutes, a team of security arrived. The scene outside was chaos, but it didn’t take long for the reporters to be pushed out of the way.Vincent had everything under control. And somehow, that made the whole situation feel even worse. The idea that I was trapped here—while he was orchestrating everything—only added to t