Chapter 89The phone was still pressed against my ear, Jason’s heavy breathing crackling through the line like static. My hand tightened into a fist at my side.“Who the hell do you think you are,” I hissed, “telling me who I can and can’t marry?”There was a pause, and then Jason’s laugh — low, bitter — spilled into my ear.“You think this is just anybody?” he said, his voice cutting sharp. “Jake isn’t just some fling you picked up, Andrea. He’s my stepbrother. The world will eat you alive for this. You’ll look like a—”“I don’t care what you or anybody thinks,” I yelled, my voice shaking with anger. “And maybe you should be more worried about your sinking company. Investors are pulling out every damn day because of your little scandals. That’s the real headline, Jason. Not who I’m marrying.”“You’re doing this to get my attention,” he said suddenly like he’d found the answer and it pleased him. “All of this… this little stunt… it’s all for me.”I let out a laugh so cold it startled
Chapter 90Jake’s POVAndrea’s parents had left us to have some time alone, but the only thing we had now was silence.Andrea stood by the window, arms folded loosely, back turned to me as she stared outside.I wondered what was running through her mind. Her choosing to look out the window instead of at me was no coincidence. Since the engagement, Andrea had been cold whenever we were alone. Around other people, our smiles were bright. But behind closed doors… we barely spoke.Did I do something wrong?Did she hate the idea of being tied to me this much? Was pretending in front of her parents that unbearable?“You’ve been quiet,” I said, finally breaking the awkward tension between us.“I’m just tired.” Her voice was calm—but it didn’t sound convincing.“You sure?”She hesitated, then gave a small shrug. “Jason called me”That pulled me to attention. I sat up straighter, tension settling in my shoulders. “When?”“Right before I came downstairs.”She finally turned to face me. Her exp
Chapter 91Jason’s POVI couldn’t breathe.Not in the exaggerated way people say it—I mean it literally. My chest was heavy, like something was sitting on it, and no matter how hard I tried, the air just wouldn’t come.Andrea. Engaged. To Jake.The words kept hammering through my head like a chant. Like a curse. Every time I tried to shake it off, it came back—stronger, louder—choking the air out of my lungs.She ended the call. She hung up on me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. The glass of whiskey beside me trembled with the weight of my shaking hand.She was mine. Mine.How the hell could she be marrying Jake of all people? Jake.The man I hated more than anyone walking this earth.The one person who had always tried to compete with me, outshine me.Jake always looked at me like I was beneath him.And now he had Andrea.No. No, this was a joke. Some twisted plan to get under my skin.Andrea is mine—and mine alone.
Chapter 93 “You’re lying,” I looked at Claire with disbelief.“I wish I was. I’m carrying your baby.” Claire placed her hand over her stomach like a damn crown jewel, head held high, daring me to speak.I took a step back, almost tripping over the leg of the chair I’d shoved earlier. My mouth opened, but no words came.She’s pregnant. With my child.My child.A part of me wanted to call it good news—hell, I needed an heir. I’d always planned to have one, just that the timing… the timing was wrong. Not when everything around me was falling apart, and Claire—Claire was slipping through my fingers and acting like a completely different person.“This… this isn’t the time,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand down my face.Claire raised a brow. “Excuse me?”“I said this isn’t the damn time!” I snapped, my voice louder than I meant it to be. “I’ve got a million fires to put out, and now—this? You’re telling me this now?”“I didn’t plan the timing, Jason,” she said flatly. “I didn’t exactly 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
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 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 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 93 “You’re lying,” I looked at Claire with disbelief.“I wish I was. I’m carrying your baby.” Claire placed her hand over her stomach like a damn crown jewel, head held high, daring me to speak.I took a step back, almost tripping over the leg of the chair I’d shoved earlier. My mouth opened, but no words came.She’s pregnant. With my child.My child.A part of me wanted to call it good news—hell, I needed an heir. I’d always planned to have one, just that the timing… the timing was wrong. Not when everything around me was falling apart, and Claire—Claire was slipping through my fingers and acting like a completely different person.“This… this isn’t the time,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand down my face.Claire raised a brow. “Excuse me?”“I said this isn’t the damn time!” I snapped, my voice louder than I meant it to be. “I’ve got a million fires to put out, and now—this? You’re telling me this now?”“I didn’t plan the timing, Jason,” she said flatly. “I didn’t exactly s
Chapter 91Jason’s POVI couldn’t breathe.Not in the exaggerated way people say it—I mean it literally. My chest was heavy, like something was sitting on it, and no matter how hard I tried, the air just wouldn’t come.Andrea. Engaged. To Jake.The words kept hammering through my head like a chant. Like a curse. Every time I tried to shake it off, it came back—stronger, louder—choking the air out of my lungs.She ended the call. She hung up on me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. The glass of whiskey beside me trembled with the weight of my shaking hand.She was mine. Mine.How the hell could she be marrying Jake of all people? Jake.The man I hated more than anyone walking this earth.The one person who had always tried to compete with me, outshine me.Jake always looked at me like I was beneath him.And now he had Andrea.No. No, this was a joke. Some twisted plan to get under my skin.Andrea is mine—and mine alone.
Chapter 90Jake’s POVAndrea’s parents had left us to have some time alone, but the only thing we had now was silence.Andrea stood by the window, arms folded loosely, back turned to me as she stared outside.I wondered what was running through her mind. Her choosing to look out the window instead of at me was no coincidence. Since the engagement, Andrea had been cold whenever we were alone. Around other people, our smiles were bright. But behind closed doors… we barely spoke.Did I do something wrong?Did she hate the idea of being tied to me this much? Was pretending in front of her parents that unbearable?“You’ve been quiet,” I said, finally breaking the awkward tension between us.“I’m just tired.” Her voice was calm—but it didn’t sound convincing.“You sure?”She hesitated, then gave a small shrug. “Jason called me”That pulled me to attention. I sat up straighter, tension settling in my shoulders. “When?”“Right before I came downstairs.”She finally turned to face me. Her exp
Chapter 89The phone was still pressed against my ear, Jason’s heavy breathing crackling through the line like static. My hand tightened into a fist at my side.“Who the hell do you think you are,” I hissed, “telling me who I can and can’t marry?”There was a pause, and then Jason’s laugh — low, bitter — spilled into my ear.“You think this is just anybody?” he said, his voice cutting sharp. “Jake isn’t just some fling you picked up, Andrea. He’s my stepbrother. The world will eat you alive for this. You’ll look like a—”“I don’t care what you or anybody thinks,” I yelled, my voice shaking with anger. “And maybe you should be more worried about your sinking company. Investors are pulling out every damn day because of your little scandals. That’s the real headline, Jason. Not who I’m marrying.”“You’re doing this to get my attention,” he said suddenly like he’d found the answer and it pleased him. “All of this… this little stunt… it’s all for me.”I let out a laugh so cold it startled
Chapter 88Andrea's pov I stretched as the morning sun kissed my face, its light pressing against my eyelids even though they were still closed. I groaned softly and placed my hands over my eyes like a shield from the sun. Something cool brushed against my skin.I opened my eyes.And there it was.My engagement ring, sitting bold and undeniable on my finger.For a moment, I just stared at it, my breathing shallow, my chest tight. It looked foreign. Out of place. Like it belonged to someone else’s story, not mine.I sat up slowly, the sheet pooling around my waist, and stretched in the direction of the sun. The stone caught the light, throwing fractured rainbows across the walls. I turned it, watching the way it glittered.Heavy.Flashy.Blinding.God, looking at the ring right now reminded me of last night.A lot had happened last night.A lot more than I had planned.The memories came flooding one after the other.Jake on one knee.The crowd reaction.The cameras flash.And then…T
Chapter 87 Jake's pov The cheers from the crowd were deafening, but all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat.I held her hands tightly, feeling the faint tremble in her fingers against mine. She looked a bit shaken like she didn’t know where we were anymore. The effect of the kiss, maybe.I hadn’t planned for that to happen, but seeing how the guests cheered us on, it would’ve been weird if a couple didn’t kiss during their engagement.Still, when my lips touched hers, nothing else in that room mattered to me.It felt real.But I was sure Andrea didn’t see it that way. Maybe it was the heat of the moment messing with my head that had to be it.It was just a kiss.Just part of the show.I told myself that over and over, gripping her hand a little tighter like I could force the lie to stick.Cameras were still flashing around us. I already knew that by the time we woke up tomorrow, the engagement would be all over the news.I lifted our joined hands in the air like we’d just
Chapter 86Andrea's pov I still couldn’t believe all of this was for me.The room was packed — Employees,friends, and people I barely even knew filled the hall for my promotion dinner. The music was loud, the glasses kept clinking, and everywhere I turned, someone was laughing or talking.It felt overwhelming but in a good way.I ran my hands down my dress for the hundredth time, trying to settle my nerves. The emerald satin clung to me, the slit running high up my leg, and the crystals stitched into the neckline sparkled every time I moved. I had gone for simple diamond earrings, a bracelet, and a soft updo with a few strands loose around my face. Classy, but not trying too hard. I caught my reflection in a nearby window — A proud smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the woman I was seeing in the mirror.Across the room, Jake was laughing with some of the guests, his hand tucked casually in his pocket, he looked good as usual.We’d been making more public appearances together la
Chapter 85Jason pov I woke up to a sharp, hammering pain in my head, I groaned dragging a hand down my face as I sat up. It felt like someone was pounding my skull with a hammer. I opened my eyes wider, but everything still looked blurry.“Shit,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes until my vision cleared. I looked around the room.Claire wasn’t there.Where did she go this early?I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, only to stumble, catching the edge of the nightstand to steady myself.I needed some water. My mouth was dry, and I could still taste the whiskey from last night.Just as I was about to call out for someone, the door creaked open.Claire walked in, with a maid holding a bowl and a jar of water.“Good morning, sir,” the maid greeted.I ignored.“You can hand it over to me,” Claire said to the maid. The maid gave her the tray and left.She marched toward me, handing over the bowl like she was doing me a favor she’d rather not.“Here. Hangover soup,” she said stiffly.I blink
Chapter 84Claire povI leaned against my window, watching Andrea’s car disappear into the traffic. My heart pounded against my ribs. Damn, that was close—I almost got busted.If I hadn’t thought quickly, if my voice had wavered even for a second, Andrea would’ve seen right through me.I turned away from the window. Jason needs to know what just happened.I grabbed my phone from the table, my fingers moving fast. The screen lit up—Jason’s name glaring back at me. I tapped the call button and pressed the phone to my ear. It only rang twice.“Hello Claire ““Jason, Andrea saw you leaving the boutique,” I said immediately.“Huh?” He sounded nervous, caught off guard. “She saw me?”“She saw you walking out of the boutique,” I repeated, pacing the floor.“I heard you the first time, Claire. Did she… Did she suspect anything? Did she question you?”“Of course, she did. Do you think Andrea would see you walking out of my boutique and turn a blind eye? She asked what you were doing there.”“W