Chapter 2
When 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 to rest. Your body is still healing.” I broke down, my sobs filling the room. My baby… gone. I’d carried that child for months, felt every kick, every movement. And now? Nothing. Just an empty void and a cruel scar to remind me of what I’d lost. After what felt like an eternity, my cries quieted, replaced by a hollow numbness. The nurse handed me a glass of water and sat beside me. “We’ve been trying to reach your husband,” she said carefully, as if testing my reaction. “But he hasn’t answered our calls.” I froze, her words slicing through me like a blade. Jason hadn’t come? Not once? “How… how long have I been here?” I croaked, my throat dry. The nurse hesitated before answering. “You’ve been unconscious for a month, ma’am.” A month. My heart sank as I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, my fingers trembling. The calendar confirmed it. Thirty days had passed since the crash, and Jason hadn’t even bothered to visit. I scoffed bitterly, dialing his number. The phone rang twice before he picked up. The first words out of his mouth were like a dagger to my chest: “You’re alive.” I clenched the phone tightly. “You didn’t even come to see me?” I asked, my voice low but trembling with anger. “I was in an accident, Jason. I lost our baby.” There was a pause before his cold, indifferent voice replied, “You’re of no use to me anymore. The baby’s gone. I don’t have a reason to see you.” My breath hitched as his words sank in. “What?” “You heard me,” he said, his tone cruel and dismissive. “You couldn’t even protect our child. You’re a murderer, Andrea.” “Don’t you dare,” I whispered, my voice shaking with rage. “Don’t you dare put this on me! It’s your fault, Jason! You’re the one who—” “Enough,” he interrupted, his voice sharp. “My lawyer will bring the divorce papers. Sign them. After that, I’ll have your things packed and sent to you. I don’t want to see you again.” The line went dead. I stared at the phone, disbelief and fury coursing through me. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of love, sacrifice, and loyalty, all thrown away as if it meant nothing. My baby was gone, my marriage was over, and Jason had the audacity to blame me for everything. Tears burned my eyes as I clenched the phone in my hands. My chest heaved, the pain too much to bear. He’d betrayed me, abandoned me, and now he was leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. “Jason,” I whispered, my voice filled with venom. “You’ll regret this.” The door creaked open, and the doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. His expression was calm but unreadable. I could tell he was used to delivering bad news, and that thought alone made my chest tighten. “Andrea,” he began, his tone soft yet firm, “I’m glad to see you’re awake. We need to discuss your condition.” I swallowed hard, my fingers clutching the thin blanket covering me. “Just tell me,” I whispered, my voice hollow. He nodded, glancing at the clipboard before meeting my eyes. “During the accident, the impact caused significant internal injuries. Your uterus was severely damaged.” My heart started pounding. “What… what does that mean?” I asked, though deep down, I already knew. He hesitated, but only for a moment. “It means you won’t be able to conceive again. I’m so sorry, Andrea.” The words hit me like a freight train, knocking the air out of my lungs. My entire body went cold as I tried to process what he’d just said. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “No, you’re wrong. There has to be a mistake. I’ll get a second opinion. There’s no way—” “Andrea,” he interrupted gently but firmly, “I understand this is difficult, but I assure you, the damage is irreversible. Your body needs time to heal, and pushing yourself right now won’t help.” My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, tracing the outline of the stitches beneath the hospital gown. First my baby, now my future… everything was gone. “This can’t be happening,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. “This can’t be my life.” The doctor sighed, his gaze sympathetic. “I’ll leave you to rest. If you need anything, the nurses are just a call away.” He left the room quietly, but his words remained, echoing in my mind like a cruel taunt. “No more children…” I whispered, my voice breaking. The pain in my chest felt unbearable, as though the very essence of my being had been stripped away. I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. My mind replayed Jason’s cold words over and over: “You’re of no use to me anymore.” This wasn’t just the end of my marriage; it was the end of the life I had envisioned for myself. Everything I had sacrificed, everything I had endured—for him, for our family—was now meaningless. Through my tears, a bitter thought emerged, clear and unyielding: Jason had taken everything from me. But he wouldn’t get away with it not when i am still alive !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 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 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 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 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 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 10 I stood frozen, my mind replaying his words. “This isn’t the first time I’ve given you a rose .” What did he mean? I turned to him, confusion creeping into my voice. “What are you talking about?” Jake leaned his head slightly, his lips curving into an amused smirk. “You mean you don’t remember? You’re hurting my feelings, Andrea.” Why was he speaking so casually with me, as if we were friends? “You didn’t give me any rose, Jake. You’re just trying to play games with me,” I said, with frustration in my tone. He giggled, shaking his head. “Hmm… Andrea, I thought you were smarter than this.” His smirk deepened. I crossed my arms. “And why are you talking to me like we’re friends? Just because you saved me doesn’t mean we’re best buddies. Just answer my question—did I take a rose from you? Because as far as I know, I don’t remember.” Jake let out an excessive sigh and placed one hand on his chest while the other folded behind his back. Then, in a dramatic vo
Chapter 83I sat in the car, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Claire and Jason can’t stand each other—that was one thing I was very much aware of. They were like cats and rats, so the question popped into my head again: Why was Jason walking out of Claire’s boutique?I shifted in my seat, chewing the inside of my cheek. My head was spinning with questions I couldn’t answer. The more I thought about it, the more restless I felt.Sitting here wasn’t going to give me answers. I opened the door and started walking down to the boutique.The receptionist welcomed me with a smile when I got in.“Good afternoon, ma. Welcome to Claire’s.”I returned a polite nod. “Hi, I’m here to see Claire.”“One moment, please.”She picked up the phone, I could tell by the way she looked at me that she recognized me.I waited, arms crossed, eyes drifting toward the hallway. A second later, she looked up.“You can go ahead.”I walked past her desk, my pace steady—even though my thoughts we
Chapter 82“Did you really think I’d let Jason off that easily?” Jake asked, his voice calm but laced with a hint of mischief. “A press conference doesn’t clean up what he’s done. That was just… step one.”I sat up straighter, my eyes narrowing. “What do you mean by step one?”Jake shrugged, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “That press conference? That was me killing two birds with one stone. Your name’s cleared. The public believes you. But as for Jason… this is far from over.”“You already gave him the file,” I said slowly, suspicion creeping into my voice. “So what else is left?”He turned to face me more fully, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp. “Did I?” he asked.I let out a frustrated breath, throwing my hands up. “Can you please just stop answering my questions with another question, Jake? You have something up your sleeves. I can feel it.”He chuckled and lifted both arms, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. “I’ve got nothing under my sleeves, Andrea.”“Jake…”
Chapter 81Andrea’s POVI nearly choked on my coffee when Jason’s face popped up on my screen.He looked expressionless . Cold. Like he was reading a script straight off the teleprompter with no soul behind it.But I knew better.Beneath that polished suit and deadpan expression, I could see the cracks. The stiffness in his shoulders. The way his eyes avoided the cameras. He looked like a man holding his breath underwater—desperate not to drown, trying to make it seem like this was all under control.It wasn’t.He was miserable, and he felt like a damn loser for standing up there. I could see it in the way his jaw twitched after every sentence like he had to force the words out without spitting. He didn’t want to do this. This wasn’t some noble act of redemption. He didn’t have a choice.And the way he was acting—like he was one broken, lonely ex-husband who had no choice but to drag my name because of how pained and heartbroken he was? So pathetic. Some things never change. Even now,
Chapter 80 Jason’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, tying the knot for the third damn time. No matter how tight I pulled it or how clean the fold looked, it still didn’t sit right on my chest. My hands paused. I stared at my reflection—sharp suit, clean shave, everything in place—but I still looked like hell. I looked like a man about to step into a war he already lost. “Jason?” Claire’s voice floated in behind me. I didn’t turn. She walked in, her heels clicking against the marble floor. I caught her reflection beside mine—flawless, hair pinned up, makeup soft and polished. She wore a cream-colored dress that hugged her in all the right places. “You look tense,” she said gently, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. “Everything’s going to be fine.” I didn’t say anything. My eyes were locked on the tie, my knuckles clenched around the fabric. “Jason,” she said again, a little firmer this time. “You’ve got this. Just go in, say what you planned, and walk out. You’r
Chapter 79Claire’s POVJason’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath warm and steady against the back of my neck. He was snoring softly—completely at peace, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just slammed me against the wall a few hours ago and wrapped his hand around my throat like I was an enemy in his way and not a woman he claimed to love.I lay there wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel it again—his fingers digging in, the panic clawing up my throat, the way my legs gave out under me. My heart wouldn’t slow down. My chest still felt tight, like I hadn’t fully caught my breath since.Though he had apologized and promised it would never happen again, could I count on his words? I had never seen him like this before—not toward me. For the first time since we became an item, I was scared. I was terrified of him.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. I turned to look at him. He looked so calm in his sleep. Like nothing was ea
Chapter 78 Jason (POV) The bookshelf was upside down, with books scattered all over the floor. The TV remote lay cracked nearby, its batteries having rolled somewhere under the couch. Shards of glass glinted under the light from the broken lamp. One of the picture frames had been smashed to pieces—the photo ripped and tossed across the room. I didn’t care. I grabbed the edge of the dresser and yanked it, dragging it a few inches before slamming it back against the wall, I needed something else to hit. Something else to throw. My whole body buzzed with anger—chest rising and falling, hands shaking. How dare they walk into my office like they owned the damn place Waving that stupid file in my face like it was a weapon. Threatening me. I was sure they were laughing inside, having cornered me. I slammed my hand against the wall. Pain flared, but I didn’t feel it. The door burst open. “Jason!” Claire’s voice rang out, high-pitched and sharp with panic. “What the hell happened?!
Chapter 77Andrea’s POV“Andrea, you’ve barely touched your food,” my mum’s voice cut through the quiet dining room.My fork froze halfway to my mouth. I blinked like I was just waking up from a long nap. The scent of roasted chicken and garlic rice hit me all over again, for a moment i forgot i was having dinner with my parents.“Oh… sorry,” I muttered, setting the fork down slowly. “I didn’t realize.”“You’ve been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes,” my dad said, setting down his glass of water. “Are you alright?”I nodded too quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”But I wasn’t here. Not completely. My mind was still stuck in Jason’s office—replaying every word, every twitch of his jaw, every glance exchanged between him, Jake, and me. The way his pride cracked when he saw the file. The look in his eyes when he realized we weren’t bluffing.It was like that memory had taken up all the space in my head. I barely remembered anything else right now.“You’re not letting all this scandal n
Chapter 76 Jake’s POV I pulled the car to a smooth stop in front of the Sinclair house and glanced at Andrea from the corner of my eye. She hadn’t stopped smiling since we left Jason’s office. Andrea leaned her head back against the seat, her lips curved, eyes distant but calm. There was a different kind of peace in her expression now—not the fragile calm that looked like it might break at the edges, but something solid. Like a weight had finally been lifted. I watched her for a moment longer, the corners of my mouth twitching into a satisfied grin. “You’ve been smiling all the way here,” I said to her. Andrea blinked and turned to me, her smile widening just a little. “I’m still taking it in. I didn’t know it would feel like this… standing up to him.” “I told you,” I said, turning fully now to face her. “Jason’s bark is louder than his bite. And today, you proved that.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. There was something different in her gaze now—lighter, freer. Like s
Chapter 75 Jason’s eyes were still locked on the document. He kept flipping the pages aggressively. Each time he flipped to another page, his face grew paler, and his jaw clenched so tight I could practically hear the tension in his teeth.I felt a strange mix of power and control bubbling beneath my skin. This was the moment Jake and I have been waiting for. Watching it happen live, I felt so fulfilled. I turned to Jake, and I could feel he felt the same way through the quiet pride in his eyes.Jake leaned forward casually, elbows resting on his knees. “Why do you look so surprised? Nothing is hidden under the sun,” he said smoothly.Jason didn’t respond. His nostrils flared.“You’ve got a hell of a system,” Jake continued, calm but cutting. “Fake vendors. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Honestly, it’s impressive… and illegal.”Jason finally looked up. His eyes were blazing red. “Where the hell did you get this?” he demanded.“That should be the least of your problems right now,