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.
View MoreChapter 9 I woke up to the soft warmth of my old bed, the scent of fresh sheets surrounding me. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The room was familiar, yet it felt strange. I still wasn’t used to the fact that I was back home.Looking around the room, my mind drifted back to the facility. I had been there for only a month, but it had felt like years. Bathing only once a week, eating just one meal a day, and sleeping in a bed infested with bedbugs—no matter how much I thought about it, I still didn’t understand what I had done to deserve that kind of treatment. Even to my worst enemy, that torture would have been too much.A knock on the door pulled me back to reality. It was Annabel, holding a cup of coffee.“Good morning, ma.”“Andrea,” I corrected her.“Oh, sorry. Good morning, Andrea.”She handed me the cup, and I took a sip. It tasted just the way I liked it—warm milk with a small amount of foam.“How do you still remember how I like my coffee, Annabel?” I asked, feeling impre
Chapter 8 Andrea’s POVThe sound of the helicopter jolted me awake. I didn’t even know when I had fallen asleep.“You’re awake,” my mother, Eleanor, said to me.“Yes, Mother,” I said, stretching my body, it ached from exhaustion I could see the estate from a distance. Reality started sinking in, my heart pounding in my chest. The past few hours had felt like a dream—one moment, I was trapped in that terrible place Jason had dumped me, and the next, I was rescued. Now, I was going back to the place I had once called home.My mother placed her hand over my trembling ones, her touch warm and reassuring. I could see the concern in her eyes, the way they searched my face as if trying to read my emotions.“Andrea, breathe. You don’t need to panic. It’s your father we’re going to meet, and I know he will be happy to see you. So, relax.”Her voice was soft and soothing, the way it had always been when I was a child. Mother’s words had always been a source of comfort, but right now, I couldn
Chapter 7 Jason’s POVI sat in my office, holding a glass of whiskey and smoking a cigar. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of the city outside.I looked around—everything was perfect. Large windows, expensive furniture, everything in its place. The walls were lined with sleek, dark shelves filled with books I never read, trophies I had won, and awards that reminded me of my success.I stood and walked toward the window. The view had always been my favorite part of this office—skyscrapers, busy streets, people moving about their day. From up here, I had a sense of control. Everything and everyone was beneath me.It had been a month since I sent that bitch away and destroyed everything she held dear—her reputation, her dignity, her future.If only she had just remained invisible and done her duties as a wife instead of prying into my affairs, she would still have had the child. She’s the reason my heir is gone.I recalled when she told me she had lost the baby on her way
Chapter 6The helicopter’s blades were loud, filling the small cabin. I sat still, hands tight in my lap, my heart beating fast. My eyes went straight to my mother.She hadn’t changed much—soft eyes, warm smile—but her face carried new lines. Worry lines, guilt whispered. The kind you give someone when you break their heart. My hands gripped my knees, knuckles white, as I fought the urge to turn away.“Mom…” My voice cracked. The word barely left my lips.Her head tilted slightly, her eyes softening. “Yes, baby.” Her hand reached out, trembling, and brushed a strand of hair away from my face.I flinched. It wasn’t her touch that hurt—it was the gentleness in it. The way her fingers lingered, as if afraid I might disappear. My chest tightened.Her eyes roamed over me. My dirty hair. My bony shoulders. The faded uniform that hung off my frame. Her lips pressed together, but not fast enough to stop the quiver. She was trying not to cry.I dropped my head. My fingers dug into the fabric o
Chapter 5Two weeks had passed, and I was at my new rented home, the walls closing in on me as I scrolled through the internet. My name was everywhere, trending alongside Jason’s lies. i had already signed the divorce papers but yet he wouldn’t shut up about how i was a bad wife on the internet , He was turning everything against me . I wanted to sue him for defamation of character but i couldn’t fund a lawyer , Everything was crashing down on me . I grabbed my phone and dialed jason’s number and he picked almost immediately. “ I predicted this call !” Jason giggles.“ These past weeks you have been all on all on the internet saying bad things about me , Jason ! You know how hard i built my influencing career and you are doing this to me ? What exactly do you want !” i yelled out of frustration and he let out of long laughter . “ This is just the beginning! You want 50% of my company right ? Don’t worry i will ridicule you to the extent you would want to hide in a hole !” “ i hate
Chapter 4The morning of my discharge, I stood in front of the hospital mirror, fixing my blouse and adjusting my blazer. I looked tired, broken even, but my eyes burned with purpose. I wasn’t leaving the hospital just to return home and lick my wounds. I was headed to the lion’s den—Jason’s family home—to claim what was rightfully mine.I knew what awaited me. His mother, Greta, had always hated me. She never approved of Jason marrying me, calling me a gold-digger even though I gave up my wealthy life to build one with him. His two sisters weren’t any better, treating me like an outsider despite the years I spent trying to please them. Today, though, I wasn’t looking for their approval. I was here for justice.The chauffeur pulled up in front of the sprawling Whitman estate. The sight of the grand mansion used to fill me with pride; now, it only fueled my resolve. I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and walked up the marble steps.A butler opened the door, his expression ne
Chapter 3I sat in the cold, sterile hospital room, waiting. My fingers trembled as I clutched my phone, rereading the message Jason’s lawyer had sent earlier. “We’ll be arriving in an hour to finalize the divorce proceedings.” The words felt like knives cutting through what little remained of my heart.A knock on the door startled me. My chest tightened when Jason walked in, followed by a man in a sharp suit—his lawyer. Jason looked as indifferent as ever, his face devoid of any emotion, as though the last fifteen years of our lives meant nothing.“Good afternoon, Andrea,” the lawyer greeted, setting a thick folder on the small table beside my bed.Jason didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Let’s make this quick,” he said, his tone cold and dismissive.I swallowed the lump in my throat, my hands clenched tightly under the blanket. “Quick?” I echoed, my voice barely audible.The lawyer pulled out a pen and slid the folder toward me. “These are the divorce papers. We’ve outlined the terms
Chapter 2When I opened my eyes, the blinding light of the hospital room made me squint. My body felt heavy, and an ache spread across my abdomen. As I slowly sat up, the thin hospital gown brushed against my skin, and that’s when I saw it—the stitches running down my stomach.Panic gripped me as the memories came rushing back. The crash, the voices, the sirens… the words of the doctor: “The baby didn’t survive.”“No!” I screamed, my voice raw and filled with anguish. “Where’s my baby?!” I clawed at the covers, yanking them off as if the baby would magically appear underneath. My breathing grew ragged as I screamed louder, tears streaming down my face.A nurse rushed into the room, her eyes wide with concern. “Ma’am, please calm down! You’ve been through a lot—”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I shouted, clutching my stomach. “Where is my baby? Where is my child?!”The nurse placed her hands gently on my shoulders, her voice steady but soft. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry for your loss. You need
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
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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