I stood there, my mind spinning as he continued. "Mila, the reason I asked you to come here is because you deserve to know the truth about what happened to you—especially about that test, the one where they told you that you couldn’t conceive. It was all a lie, Mila. Those results were faked, part of a plan to make you believe something that was never true."
I felt like I was in a fog. "What are you saying? That someone lied to me about my own test results?"
“Yes,” he said gently. “Someone close to you made sure those results said you couldn’t have children. They knew that Alex desperately wanted a family, and they used that against him.”
My heart sank, a sick feeling building inside me. “But who would go that far? Why?”
He looked at me, his eyes filled with something like regret. “Lily,” he said finally. “She was behind it, but she didn’t work alone. She had help from someone inside Alex’s circle, someone with the power to access your medical records and change them.”
The pieces began to come together, and each one felt like a punch to the chest. “You’re saying… that someone I trusted helped her? That Lily wanted me gone so badly, she went as far as faking my test results?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Lily knew that if you believed you couldn’t give Alex a child, you’d feel heartbroken, maybe even hopeless. And she counted on that. She knew it would push Alex away from you, right into her hands.”
I shook my head, trying to process it all. “So she wanted him to leave me, thinking I couldn’t give him what he wanted. And then she offered herself as the answer to his wish for a family.”
“She wanted his wealth, Mila. His name, his power. And she saw her way in by giving him what she made you think you couldn’t. Becoming the mother of his child was her plan all along.”
I crossed my arms, feeling the sting of betrayal deeper than I’d ever imagined. “And I fell for it. I believed I was broken, that I couldn’t give him what he wanted most.”
“That’s exactly what she wanted,” he said softly. “She played both of you. She convinced Alex he could only have a family with her. And she almost got everything she wanted.”
I felt so many emotions swirling inside me—anger, sadness, disbelief. I looked up at him, my voice shaking. “Why are you telling me this now? And how do you even know all of this?”
He sighed, a shadow crossing his face. “I can’t tell you everything right now, Mila. Some things… it’s better you remember on your own.”
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion prickling at me. “So, you know all this, and yet I don’t remember you at all. How is that possible?”
He shifted, avoiding my gaze. “There are reasons, but this isn’t the time to go into them. Just know that I’m here because I owe it to you to make things right, to help you see the truth about what happened.”
I crossed my arms, trying to piece it together. “You say you know what Lily did to me. But you’re not telling me how you even know Lily or Alex.”
He hesitated, as if scrambling for an answer. “I... learned about it through people connected to them,” he said carefully. “I’ve been following this for some time, watching from a distance.”
His vague answer only left me more confused. “So, you’ve been tracking my life without me even knowing? Why?”
He met my gaze, an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes. “Let’s just say I was in a position once where I could see what was happening in Alex’s circle. But Mila, that’s not what matters right now. What matters is you know that Lily orchestrated all of this. She manipulated you, faked those test results, and made sure Alex would turn to her.”
My mind was spinning, every part of me screaming not to trust him, yet something deep down felt a strange familiarity. “So you’re saying Lily’s plan was all about securing Alex’s wealth by pushing me out of the picture?”
He nodded. “Exactly. And now, you deserve to get back what was taken from you.”
He looked at me intently, his voice steady. “I promise, Mila. I’ll help you reveal Lily’s true colors to Alex. She won’t be able to hide behind her lies much longer.”
I nodded, the idea of exposing Lily stirring something fierce inside me. But one question lingered. “If we’re going to work together on this, I should at least know your name.”
He hesitated, glancing away for a moment before finally saying, “It’s... Arin.” The name felt strangely familiar, like a half-forgotten memory tugging at the edges of my mind. I shook it off, convincing myself it was just a coincidence—names could be shared by many.
We stepped out together, and the scene that greeted us left me in shock. There was Sally, fists flying, as she held her ground against the guards outside. One of them stumbled back as she threw a punch, another landing a kick that sent him reeling. Her expression was fierce, determination blazing in her eyes.
“Sally!” I called out, rushing toward her, unable to hide the grin on my face.
I rushed toward Sally, grinning at the sight of her standing amidst the disheveled guards. She turned, her fierce expression softening as she spotted me.“Oh, Mila!” she called, slightly out of breath but still composed. “Don’t worry! I was just practicing a little self-defense,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I had their consent, of course.”One guard, grimacing as he rubbed his shoulder, managed a weak nod. “Y-yeah, she asked us first,” he said, clearly regretting his choice. “We just… didn’t expect her to be so good.”The other guard, still catching his breath, gave a small nod as well. “She’s got some serious skills, way more than we bargained for.”Sally shrugged, looking proud and unfazed. “Well, a girl’s gotta be prepared, right?”Arin chuckled beside me, clearly entertained. “Remind me never to underestimate you.Sally shot Arin a sharp glare, clearly sizing him up with a hint of suspicion. I could sense the tension, so I quickly stepped in.“Arin, this is Sall
As we reached home, the sky was already darkening, casting long shadows across the room as we stepped inside.After the long ride, all we could think about was a good rest. Realizing I had work tomorrow, I knew I’d need every ounce of energy I could get.We ordered takeout, enjoying a quick but tasty dinner, then headed straight to bed, both eager to catch up on some much-needed rest.The next morning, disaster struck: I’d overslept. I bolted out of bed, my heart racing as I realized how late it was. I threw on clothes in a frenzy, skipping breakfast and hoping Sally wouldn’t notice. But, of course, she caught me just as I was grabbing my bag.“Mila, you can’t just run out without breakfast!” she scolded, her hands on her hips and a disapproving look on her face.“I don’t have time, Sally! I’ll grab something later,” I protested, already half out the door.“Skipping meals isn’t the answer!” she called after me, but I was too rushed to argue, practically sprinting outside.As if my morni
As I reached the president's office, I paused at the slightly ajar door, noticing two voices engaged in conversation. The president and Arin were seated across from each other, their tones low and businesslike, making it impossible to catch what they were discussing. Arin’s demeanor was calm yet confident, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was here.I straightened my posture and gave a polite knock on the door. Both men turned toward me, their conversation halting.“Miss Mila, come in,” the president said with a welcoming smile, gesturing for me to take a seat.“Good morning, sir,” I greeted formally, keeping my tone professional. My gaze flickered briefly to Arin, who offered me a small, knowing smile before I quickly looked away and focused on the president.“Thank you for coming on short notice,” the president began. “I wanted to discuss a new collaboration between our company and Mr. Arin’s firm.” He leaned back slightly, his hands clasped on the desk. “Mr. Arin specifically r
“Mila!” my mom continued, her voice rising with frustration. “Do you even understand how embarrassing this is for me? Every time the doorbell rings, I dread another neighbor coming to gawk at me as if it’s their business!”I cut through her relentless words, my tone firm but steady. “Mom, I get it. I really do,” I said, gripping the phone tightly. “I’ll handle this. Just give me a little time, alright?”“You better do it fast,” she snapped, her anger not yet subsiding. “I can’t tolerate this humiliation on your behalf any longer. Do you know how it feels to have everyone pity me like I raised a fool?”The sting of her words lingered, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I said I’ll take care of it, Mom. Trust me on this. I won’t let this go unchecked.”Her silence on the other end told me she was either trying to compose herself or decide if she believed me. With a short humph, she muttered, “You’d better,” before abruptly hanging up.I exhaled sharply, the weight of her words pressing
𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒂'𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒗 After hours of intense focus, I finally decided to take a break. I glanced at the clock and realized it was already lunchtime. Lost in my work, I hadn’t noticed when the lunch hour began. My stomach growled, a reminder of how I had skipped breakfast too. I neatly arranged the papers and samples on my desk and locked them away in the drawer before heading out. As I stepped into the cafeteria, the hum of chatter and occasional bursts of laughter filled the air. My colleagues from the department were gathered at one table, enjoying their time together. I considered joining them for a moment, but my stomach had other priorities. I headed to the counter, placed my order, and quickly found a corner table away from the crowd. Settling into the seat, I pulled out my phone. The first thing I checked was the status of the viral video. A grin crept onto my lips as I saw the results. The video had been wiped clean, like it had never existed. I could always count on her to d
The moment I set foot inside the mall, a sense of unease gripped me. My pulse quickened as I scanned the bustling crowd, an inexplicable feeling that something—or someone—I’d rather avoid was just around the corner. Brushing off the feeling, I reminded myself of my mission: buy some dresses. My wardrobe had suffered after the last purge when I realized Alex bought those dresses for her. The nerve of him—gifting me his mistress’s rejected outfits as if they were symbols of love. I’d burned every last one, and today, I intended to replace them.As I wandered through the Western wear section, my fingers grazed a sleek, emerald dress. A small smile formed on my lips, thinking how satisfying it would feel to treat myself after months of pouring myself into the Royals project. Just as I was about to pull the dress from the rack, a familiar voice cut through the air, freezing me in place.“Well, well, if it isn’t Mila,” the voice purred, dripping with false sweetness more likely in moking t
I blinked, my cheek throbbing as my vision cleared. Standing in front of me, his face twisted with rage, was Alex. He looked like a stranger, nothing like the man I’d once thought I loved. Beside him stood Lily, eyes wide and hands covering her mouth in a theatrical display of innocence.“Alex?” I managed, voice low but steady despite the burning pain. I refused to show weakness—not in front of him, and certainly not in front of her.“Who do you think you are, Mila?” he spat, his eyes blazing with anger. “Harassing Lily like that—have you lost all decency?”Lily stepped closer to him, clutching his arm as if she were afraid, her voice soft and trembling. “Alex, please… don’t be too harsh on her,” she murmured, her eyes flicking over to me with a barely concealed smirk. “I’m sure she just… misunderstands the situation.”Misunderstands. That word echoed in my mind, thick with irony and the memories of a thousand twisted lies. I clenched my fists, feeling the fire building in my chest.“
“The one from the mall, Mila! The one where Alex slapped you in front of everyone! It’s gone viral, like, everywhere! It’s all over social media. People are posting it left and right. I can’t believe it!” Sally’s voice was a mix of anger and disbelief. “What the hell happened? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you alright?”I froze, the breath catching in my throat. Viral? The thought of my humiliation being broadcasted to the world, out of my control, made my skin crawl. This can’t be real.I squeezed my phone tighter, trying to steady my breath. My mind was still racing, trying to piece everything together. Alex had always had a way of controlling the narrative, but this time… this time he had crossed a line.“I’m fine,” I lied, forcing calmness into my voice. “I’m just heading home now. I’ll explain everything later.”But I was too numb to take in her concern. All I could think of was how my world had just exploded in the worst way possible. The slap, the video, my privacy shattered… I c