Andrea gave everything to Jason—the man she loved, her inheritance, her dreams, and fifteen years of her life. Together, they built his tech empire, but betrayal shattered her world. Pregnant and suspicious of Jason’s infidelity, Andrea confronts him only to face a devastating accident that robs her of her child and her ability to conceive. Abandoned by Jason and framed as mentally unstable, Andrea is left with nothing. Betrayed by her husband, her best friend, and even his family, she endures humiliation, heartbreak, and months in an illegal mental institution. But when Jason’s estranged younger brother, Jake, rescues her, Andrea vows revenge.
Узнайте большеChapter 48“Jason is using the same tactics he used during the divorce. You know that, right?” Jake said, his voice filled with anger and frustration.I let out a bitter scoff. “Yes, this has his handwriting all over it. Son of a bitch.”Jake paused before speaking again. “Andrea, I’m so sorry—”“I don’t need your sympathy right now, Jake!” I snapped, my voice rising. The last thing I wanted to hear was pity.Jake let out a slow breath, his eyes still on me. “I never said you did, but you need to calm down.”I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “Calm down? Seriously? How am I supposed to stay calm when my name and my family’s name are being dragged through the mud? It’s easy for you to say—you’re not the one going through this.” My fingers curled into fists, frustration boiling inside of me.Jake exhaled slowly. “You have—”“No,” I cut him off, my voice thick with pain. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say.” My chest tightened as I turned to him, “You think I don’t see i
Chapter 48Andrea’s POV“You don’t have to babysit me, you know,” Jake murmured, giving me his usual teasing look.I shot him a glance as I shifted in my seat. “How is accompanying you to the hospital considered babysitting, Jake?”“You don’t get my point, Andrea.” He exhaled dramatically, leaning back against the seat. “My hand has an issue, not my legs or eyes. I could’ve come to the hospital by myself.”“Stop whining. We’re already here.” I gestured toward the window as Paul pulled the car to a smooth stop in the hospital parking lot. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”“If I didn’t come with you, I’m sure you’d just sit in your room and rip the stitches out yourself, not caring if it got infected,” I added.A smirk pulled at his lips as he turned to me. “You think that little of me, huh?”I gave him a pointed look. “You can be reckless, Jake. Now, let’s end this conversation and get you checked.”To my surprise, he didn’t argue. Instead, he pushed open the car door and stepped ou
Chapter 47 Jason’s POV I woke up feeling the weight of Claire’s arm draped over my chest. Her bare skin pressed against mine, her blonde hair falling over her breasts. She looked beautiful in the soft morning light—angelic even. But as I stared at her, I couldn’t pinpoint whether last night had been a night of passion or just another way to distract myself. I sat up and slipped on my robe. The movement caused Claire to shift on the bed, her lashes fluttering as she woke up. “Good morning, baby,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes. “Good morning, sugar,” I replied, turning back to her with a small smile. She sat up, stretching lazily, her bare hips swaying as she moved closer and pressed a lingering peck to my lips. “Last night was fire,” she whispered, her fingers tracing over my chest. “I know. You kept screaming my name.” My hand brushed against her lips. Claire blushed and looked away, biting her lip. “So… about Andrea—” “Oh, Jason, not again! Not this morning,” she cut m
Chapter 46Claire’s POV“I hate that bitch!” I screamed, gripping the steering wheel as I sped away from the Sinclairs’ estate. My hands trembled with rage. Why is she always the lucky one?“Andrèa Sinclair,” I mocked, squeezing my face in disgust. If only she knew how much I couldn’t stand her. How did I even miss that she was a Sinclair? She played her cards so well. And even though Jason had already told me who she was, at the event in Seattle, I still hated that she had lied to me.She always acts like a saint, like she’s incapable of hurting a fly. But she could pull this whole thing off so well.Oh, I didn’t mean to lie to you, Claire. I mimicked rolling my eyes. Always playing the victim and seeking sympathy. That's what I hated the most about her.My mind flashed back to when we first met in college. She had approached me, looking lost, and asked if I knew where the library was. She was new, and I happened to be heading there too, so I showed her the way. That’s how it started
Chapter 45 “Jason had me locked up, Claire,” I said, my voice trembling slightly as I relived the horror. Claire’s lips parted in surprise. “What do you mean he had you locked up?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “I’m serious. Remember when you called me, telling me to check the internet? After that call, a group of men barged in. They said I needed to be taken to a psychiatric home.” Claire shook her head, her brows drawing together. “You’re not mad. Why the hell would they take you there?” she demanded, gripping the edge of the couch like she needed something solid to hold on to. I swallowed hard, my hands tightening into fists. “It was all Jason’s doing. He locked me up in an abandoned facility and treated me like a madwoman. His men watched me day and night. There was no way to escape. They fed me scraps and treated me like a beggar.” Claire jumped to her feet, her whole body shaking with rage. “Jason is evil. How could he do something so horrible? Just because
Chapter 44I stood at the front door, waiting for Claire. I just couldn’t sit inside. The moment I woke up, the first thing I did was text her the address and get ready. After months apart, I was finally going to see my best friend.“Andrea, your visitor must be important to you,” my mom said, watching me tap my foot impatiently. “You’ve been standing outside all morning.”“Yes, Mom, she’s Claire. My best friend. Ever since I divorced Jason, I lost all communication with her after he locked me up.”“I’m glad you’re finally meeting her again,” she said warmly. “I’ll tell Annabel to arrange some snacks and drinks for you two.”“Thanks, Mom.” She left, but I barely noticed. My eyes stayed locked on the gate.A car horn blared outside. I straightened instantly. “Open the gate quickly,” I told the gateman.The gate swung open, and a black SUV drove in. I recognized it instantly—it was Claire’s. The moment she stepped out and saw me, she ran. Without thinking, I ran too. We hugged each othe
Chapter 43“Claire…” I repeated, gripping the phone tighter. My heart pounded in my chest. I needed to be sure I heard correctly the first time.A shaky breath came from the other end. “Andrea? Is it really you?” Claire’s voice trembled.A lump formed in my throat. “Yes, it’s me,” I whispered. A wave of emotions rushed through me—relief, sadness, guilt, and something else I couldn’t quite name.A sharp gasp followed, then a choked sob. “Oh my God… Andrea! It’s you! It’s really you!” Claire’s voice broke as she burst into tears. “Where have you been? I—I thought I lost you forever! I tried everything to find you, but you were just gone! I was so scared something happened to you.”Tears burned my eyes as I pressed the phone closer to my ear. My chest tightened. I was happy to hear her voice, but it broke me to know how much she had suffered because of my disappearance. Unlike the others, Claire had never abandoned me. Even now, she still cared.“I’m sorry, Claire,” I murmured, my voice
Chapter 42The morning came too soon. I lay on my bed, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t feel like getting up today. I buried my face in the pillow thinking about how I could avoid Jake this morning. I knew the moment I stepped out, I would see him. And he was the last person I needed to see right now. Last night’s memory was still fresh in my mind—how was I supposed to look him in the eyes after he had seen me half-naked?“Oh Andrea, I didn’t see anything, if it makes you feel better.” Those were his words last night. Lies. I knew he saw me, so there was no way I would feel better.“Ugh!” I hit my legs against the bed. Should I just pretend I’m sick? No, that would make my parents worried, and Jake would see right through it. He would just tease me about it. So what can I do?My stomach growled a sharp reminder that I had skipped dinner last night. If I skipped breakfast too, my mother would surely ask questions, and I didn’t want them to know about this whole drama with Jake.I grum
Chapter 41Andrea’s POVThe universe had to be playing a trick on me.Every time I tried to put distance between me and Jake, something pulled us back together. I had already spent days with him on the trip, and now we were under the same roof—just a door apart. It felt like a cruel twist of fate.I leaned back against the bed frame, letting out a slow breath as I stared at the ceiling. Maybe I’m just thinking about only myself and not considering Jake.It wasn’t like he had a choice, I reminded myself. None of this was his fault. He was still healing, and I shouldn’t even be complaining about having him around. His injury was because of me.A sharp pang of guilt coiled in my chest. Oh, Andrea. I kicked my foot into the air in frustration. You’re selfish for thinking this way. If his arm wasn’t broken, he wouldn’t even be here. Why was I acting ungrateful?But still… there was something about Jake that made me uneasy.And to make things worse, I still haven’t gotten over the kiss.My
chapter 1I leaned against the headboard, wincing as another sharp pain shot through my lower back. Being eight months pregnant was no joke. The house was dead silent, its emptiness weighing on me like the walls were closing in. I glanced at the clock: 12:47 a.m. Jason wasn’t home—again.“He’ll be back soon,” I whispered, rubbing my belly. “It’s just work. He’s stressed.”But the excuses I had been feeding myself for months felt hollow. I couldn’t shake the growing doubt. Jason had been distant since I told him I was pregnant. Late nights at the office, endless meetings, and a coldness that felt like a stranger had taken over the man I gave everything to.“Stop overthinking,” I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed. “You’re imagining things, Andrea. He loves you. He’s just busy.”The ache in my back flared again as I made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, trying to steady my thoughts.Fifteen years. Fifteen years of my life spent building his dream, s...
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