“Adrian isn’t the only one who’s been keeping secrets”
Stephanie's words cut through me like a dagger, each one piercing and deliberate. She stood on my doorstep, holding a baby with bright blue eyes - eyes that clearly belonged to Adrian. I felt my stomach tighten as I gazed at her, at the existence she cradled in her arms. Is this actually happening?
I tried to talk, but no words escaped my lips. The betrayal weighed heavily on the words, trapping them. Stephanie's lips were adorned with a victorious smirk that made me feel like screaming. However, I remained motionless, feeling a combination of anger and shock running through me.
Stephanie continued, her voice filled with satisfaction, describing the expression on his face when she revealed she was pregnant. "He didn't think twice about picking me instead of you."
The world whirled around me, my thoughts lagging behind as I tried to grasp the meaning of her words. How long? How long had they been carrying on behind my back? How long had I been the fool?
I inhaled deeply, attempting to calm myself. "What was your reason?" I finally inquired, speaking at a barely audible volume. It was all I could manage.
Stephanie shrugged, the motion casual, as if she hadn’t just torn my world apart. “Why not?”
She looked quickly at the baby in her arms, lips twisted into a smile. “Shania, you have always been the one with the flawless life. It was high time you experienced the feeling of losing something.”I held tightly onto my fists by my hips, holding back the temptation to pounce on her. The years of dedication and bonds of family now felt insignificant.Stephanie had never cared. She’d only ever wanted what I had—and now she had it. Adrian’s child.
I took a step back, pushing the door open wider. “Get off my porch.”
She laughed. “Oh, Shania, you think you can just shut me out like that? Adrian and I are tied together now—forever. This baby... he’s not going anywhere.”
“Neither are you,” I snapped, my voice rising with anger. “I’ll deal with Adrian. You… you’re nothing to me anymore.”
She hesitated, but she remained still. "You are unable to alter what has already been completed. He belongs to me now. Perhaps you should examine your life and determine where you made mistakes.”
I shut the door on her abruptly, cutting off any further words. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, and my vision became blurry as tears filled my eyes. I leaned against the door, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor.
It wasn't only the betrayal that was significant. The humiliation was the cause. The pain of realizing that all my efforts and beliefs were based on a falsehood. How could Adrian have done this to me? How could Stephanie?
As the sobs began to shake my body, another realization crept in—one I had been trying to bury since that fateful night at the hotel. I had my own secret. One I hadn’t told anyone. Not even Adrian.
I wasn’t just broken. I was pregnant.
The memory of that night hit me like a tidal wave. The bar, the alcohol, the stranger. Adrian had hit my face in anger 240 days ago. That was the moment I departed from the house, desperate to get away, to erase my thoughts. I had accidentally ended up in a hotel, in the embrace of a man whose face I couldn't recall. A night of reckless abandon, and now… I was carrying his child.
I let out a bitter laugh, wiping my tears. Could anything else go wrong?
A knock on the door snapped me out of my spiral. I stood, swallowing hard, and opened it. Rather than finding Stephanie's smug face, I encountered a tall, unknown man. He stood out in the suburban neighborhood with his sharp, dark suit and piercing green eyes, as if he didn't fit in.
“Mrs. Hayes?” His voice was deep, authoritative.
I nodded, my guard instantly up. “Who are you?”
“I’m here on behalf of Stefan Barrett,” he said, his tone professional but cold. “He’s asked me to give you these.”
I accepted the thick envelope he gave me, handling it carefully. I felt my fingers shake as I opened it, quickly scanning the words that popped out from the page. Divorce papers. My heart sank.
It wasn’t just the divorce papers though. There was something else, another document attached. A contract.
“But why was a stranger handing me divorce papers, instead of my husband?” I asked the strange man on my porch.
“We’ll, let’s just say Mr Barrett intends to fasten your plight. Mr. Barrett is interested in discussing the terms of a new arrangement with you,” the man said, his eyes studying my reaction. “A contract marriage.”
“What?” I blinked, completely thrown off. “What are you talking about?”
“Mr. Barrett believes you meet his specific… requirements. He would like to arrange a meeting to discuss this further.” He glanced at the papers in my hands. “In exchange for your cooperation, he’s willing to offer full financial support and more. It’s all detailed in the contract.”
I looked at him in disbelief. I have no idea who this man is. What reason could I possibly have to agree to this?
He lifted one eyebrow. "Mr. Barrett has a personal stake in your situation, to put it simply. It is to your advantage to listen to what he has to say.”
Before I could continue debating, he gave me a business card containing Stefan Barrett's contact details. With no further comments, he turned around and left, leaving me in disbelief.
I shut the door, holding the papers tightly against my chest.
“What in the world was happening?”
Adrian had disappeared. Stephanie emerged victorious. Now, a wealthy individual was giving me a chance for survival with certain conditions attached.
I placed the envelope on the kitchen counter, then sat down in a chair, gazing at the divorce papers and the contract. The pressure of everything bearing down on me made my thoughts race.
But one thing was clear. My life, the life I had known, was over.Instead, a new, mysterious and unpredictable situation was emerging.
My fingers shook as I reached for the card and dialed the number. It was time to find out who this Stefan Barrett really was.
“Mrs. Hayes, Mr. Barrett will see you now.”The assistant’s voice jarred me from my thoughts. I stood, wiping my damp palms against my skirt. This entire situation felt surreal. A billionaire stranger requesting to meet with me to discuss something as bizarre as a contract marriage?For weeks, my life had been chaotic, but this was taking it to a whole new level. I accompanied the assistant into the modern office, feeling awed by its glass walls and impressive cityscape view. At the far end of the room sat Stefan Barrett. The man himself. He stood with his back to me, looking out over the skyline while on the phone, projecting an aura of power and confidence that was overwhelming. My breath was caught when he eventually turned to look at me. There was something… familiar. His sharp jawline, the piercing green eyes that seemed to strip away all pretense. But I couldn’t place it. Why did I feel like I’d seen him before?“Mrs. Hayes,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding. “Please,
"You have a lot of audacity coming here." The hallway echoed with Adrian's chilling and sharp voice, sending a shiver down my back. I suddenly stopped, my hand freezing on the doorknob to my apartment. Adrian was the person I most wanted to avoid out of all the people. I hadn't seen him in days since we had a fight at home and I found out about his affair with Stephanie. However, he suddenly showed up in the corridor of my apartment, casually standing by the wall. He looked like the man I had previously admired - tall, with perfectly groomed dark hair, and sporting the identical cocky smile that I once found charming. Now it only makes my skin crawl."I can’t recall inviting you, Adrian," I stated with contempt, trying to keep my voice composed. "What brings you here?" He casually drifted from the wall and strolled over to me, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, as if we were long-lost friends reuniting. As he approached, my anger intensified. I felt outraged by his audacity
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" I trembled as I asked myself while gazing at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The face I saw reflected back at me appeared unfamiliar. My complexion was pallid, my eyes showing signs of fatigue. The world was falling apart, and I couldn't find a stable foothold. I felt overwhelmed by Adrian, Stefan, and the burden of the secrets and pain I was carrying. I threw cold water on my face to try to clear my mind, but couldn't shake the images of Adrian's smirk and Stefan's intense stare. I needed clarity—desperately.The baby.I looked down at my belly, the smallest hint of a bump now visible under my shirt. The baby wasn’t just a vague concept anymore. It was real. Life was growing inside of me—Stefan’s child.“How did everything become so complex so quickly?”A mere two months ago, I was still holding onto the remnants of my marriage, hoping that Adrian and I could somehow fix our relationship. I was so naive. Currently, as divorce document
“I’m not signing those papers, Shania.”Adrian's voice came through the phone with a crackling sound, each word filled with defiance. I held onto the gadget firmly, sensing a combination of irritation and rage coursing through me. I thought he would oppose, but hearing him say the words infuriated me. I snapped while pacing around the kitchen, “You no longer have control over this. It’s over, Adrian. You’ve already done enough damage.”A bitter laugh echoed from his side of the line. “You think I’m going to let you walk away that easily? After everything?”I tightened my jaw, trying to remain composed, but the shaking in my hands betrayed my true emotions. “I don't need approval. The divorce is going to happen, regardless of your opinion.”A significant silence could be heard from the opposite side. When he ultimately talked, his attitude had changed to be severe and unfriendly. “You don’t get to decide that. You were mine first, Shania, and I’m not letting you run off with some rand
Chapter Six“I don’t like waiting, Shania,” Stefan’s voice broke through the quiet, sharp as a blade.I looked up, my heart giving a slight jolt. He was already seated across from me, his face unreadable but his gaze holding an edge that sent a chill through me. He hadn’t even waited for an invitation to sit, or a polite hello. Typical.“Then why are you here?” I asked, keeping my tone as steady as I could. I’d started to learn with Stefan that any sign of weakness was a game he liked to play with.“You’re dragging your feet,” he said simply, eyes boring into mine. “On the contract.”I swallowed, instinctively glancing around.This was not a suitable conversation to have in public. "Now is not the right moment or setting to talk about that," I whispered, speaking quietly. He grinned, clearly taking pleasure in my uneasiness. “You think I care where we discuss it? I came here to remind you that I don’t offer patience twice. The terms were clear, Shania. You’re running out of time to si
Chapter SevenMy fingers brushed over the thick, expensive paper of the envelope Stefan had left behind. I hadn’t opened it yet. A part of me felt the urge to destroy it, to show Stefan that I was not a mere pawn in his game. However, a persistent thought in my mind suggested that perhaps I should understand the situation first. With a deep breath, I opened the sealed document and retrieved a neatly written paper. As I glanced at the initial sentences, every word felt heavy, burdening me as I read. It was a contract, with all the stipulations Stefan had hinted at, but seeing it in black and white was like feeling cold iron cuffs snap shut around my wrists.“‘Hereby agrees to be the legal wife of Stefan Hunt in name and duty…,’” I read aloud in a low voice, my stomach twisting. I felt the urge to discard the paper, but I pushed myself to continue reading. Each sentence seemed more burdensome than the previous one, each request a signal that Stefan's kindness was merely a strategic mo
Chapter EightStefan's townhouse appeared imposing to me, resembling a dark castle, as I stood outside holding the contract I had just signed. It seemed like a deal with the devil, and a part of me still longed to rip it apart and return to my previous life. However, I realized there was no turning back. After inhaling deeply to compose myself, I confidently rang the doorbell. The door promptly opened, revealing Stefan's assistant, Marissa, who welcomed me with a friendly smile. "Miss Shania," she addressed me, motioning for me to enter. I acknowledged the message and proceeded to accompany her to Mr. Hunt's study. As I walked through the modern and simple interior, the sound of my heels reverberated against the shiny floors. The atmosphere of the space resembled that of a museum rather than a personal residence, which seemed fitting for someone like Stefan - composed, distant, and unwavering.Marissa left me outside Stefan’s study, and I took a deep breath before pushing open the h
Chapter NineI paced the length of the guest room Stefan had assigned me. I could still feel the heat of his hand wrapped around mine, the finality in his words: “You’re mine, Shania. And I don’t let go easily.” It stirred something in me, something that had been buried beneath layers of anger, betrayal, and confusion.But the moment was still too raw, too complicated. I couldn’t deny the magnetic pull Stefan had, but a part of me still felt tethered to Adrian’s betrayal and all the years I had wasted on him. I’d spent so long being Adrian’s wife that even now, untangling myself from him felt like breaking free from chains I’d been wearing for years.A soft knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I hesitated, knowing it had to be Stefan. His presence was almost tangible even from the other side of the door. I opened it, meeting his piercing gaze.“Are you settled in?” he asked, his voice low, giving away nothing.I nodded, crossing my arms. “It’s… fine. Thank you.”He tilted
Shania stood on the balcony of their villa, the ocean breeze playing with her hair. Below her, the waves crashed against the rocks, a rhythmic melody of nature’s power. She closed her eyes, letting the serenity of the moment wash over her. The last few months had been a whirlwind of change, but here, in the stillness, she found a rare moment to breathe.From behind, Stefan’s voice broke the silence. “I thought I’d find you here.”She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his gaze warm and steady. Even now, after everything they’d been through, there were moments when she still couldn’t believe he was hers.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, stepping closer.She shook her head. “Too much on my mind.”He tilted his head, studying her. “Want to talk about it?”She hesitated, then gestured for him to join her. As he settled beside her, she leaned against the railing, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “Do you ever think about what life would have been like if things had
163Shania stood on the edge of the playground at the newly inaugurated community center, watching the children race down slides and swing high into the air. The sound of their laughter filled the crisp morning, a melody of hope and joy. She wrapped her arms around herself, letting the moment sink in. This was what all the long nights and hard decisions had been for—a tangible change in the lives of those who needed it most.Stefan approached from behind, his footsteps light but familiar. Without looking, she could feel his presence, a grounding force she had come to cherish. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, the warmth of his touch seeping through her coat.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he said, his voice low and calm.She turned her head slightly to glance at him. His eyes were fixed on the children, but there was a softness in them she had grown to recognize. “It’s everything I hoped for,” she admitted. “And more.”“You did this, Shania. Don’t ever forget that,” he said, his v
162The first sign of spring brought with it a sense of renewal that mirrored Shania's state of mind. She stood in the middle of the new community center site, the crisp air filled with the scent of fresh earth and budding flowers. The construction crew was hard at work, laying the foundation for what would soon be a safe haven for dozens of underserved children and families.Shania closed her eyes, letting the sound of hammers and drills wash over her like a symphony of progress. This center was the first step toward the expansion she and Stefan had dreamed about—her vision coming to life in ways she hadn’t dared to hope for a year ago.Stefan appeared beside her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored coat. "You’re quiet," he observed, his tone teasing but warm."I’m taking it all in," she said, turning to him with a smile. "It’s surreal, seeing it come together like this."He looked at her with a mix of admiration and pride. "It’s because of you. None of this would exist
Chapter 161Shania stood in the middle of the small bookstore she had frequented as a child, the familiar smell of aged paper and wood polish wrapping around her like a comforting hug. The memoir’s galley proofs were clutched tightly in her hands, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. She hadn’t been in this store in years, but it had always been a place where her dreams felt tangible.The owner, a spry older man named Mr. Colton, shuffled over with a warm smile. “Back again, are we? Thought I might see your face soon, especially with all the buzz.”“Buzz?” she echoed, puzzled.Mr. Colton grinned knowingly. “Your memoir. Word travels fast in this town. Some of the kids from your center were in here a few days ago, saying how you’ve been working on something big.”Shania’s cheeks flushed. The thought of her story already being talked about, even before it had been officially published, was both exhilarating and terrifying.“I just wanted to bring a copy by,” she said, handing him the
160The morning light seeped through the curtains of their bedroom, bathing everything in a golden glow. Shania stretched, her body warm and content beneath the covers. Stefan lay beside her, his breathing deep and even, his arm draped protectively over her waist.For the first time in a long time, Shania felt an unfamiliar but welcome sense of calm. There was no immediate crisis, no shadow of doubt looming over her, and no lingering remnants of the past clawing at her peace.Still, her mind buzzed with ideas.She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Stefan, and padded to the kitchen. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the chirping of birds outside. She brewed a cup of coffee and took it to the patio, where the garden was alive with color and life.Her notebook, always nearby, sat on the small table. Shania opened it, flipping past pages of sketches, notes, and plans for the center. On a fresh page, she began to list her new goals:Expand the cent
159The evening breeze carried the scent of fresh earth and wildflowers as Shania stood on the balcony of their estate. The city twinkled in the distance, a blend of movement and stillness that mirrored her life. Behind her, Stefan emerged from the shadows, a glass of wine in each hand.“You’ve been quiet since the ceremony,” he said, handing her a glass.“I’ve just been thinking,” she replied, her gaze still fixed on the skyline.“Good thoughts, I hope?”She turned to face him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Mostly. It’s just… I feel like I’m finally living my truth, but there’s this voice in the back of my head asking, ‘What now?’”He leaned against the railing beside her, his expression thoughtful. “That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? There’s no script. You’ve built the foundation; now you get to decide where it leads.”She sipped her wine, the cool liquid grounding her. “Do you ever feel that way? Like you’ve reached the peak of one mountain, only to realize there’s another, t
158The flight back from the island felt different. Not just the airy lightness of post-vacation bliss, but a weightlessness in Shania’s chest—a freedom she hadn’t felt in years. As she leaned against Stefan’s shoulder, the hum of the plane’s engine steady in the background, she closed her eyes and reflected on the transformation she’d undergone.Stefan brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Tired?”“No,” she replied, her eyes fluttering open. “Just thinking.”“About?”“About how... I feel more like myself than I ever have,” she said softly. “But also... I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface of who I am.”He smirked. “I’d say that’s a good thing. The best journeys don’t have a final destination, right?”She laughed lightly, but her mind was already turning. Stefan had a way of grounding her while also inspiring her to dream bigger. And now, sitting in first class, thousands of feet above the ground, she felt the stirrings of a new vision—a purpose beyond anything she had eve
Chapter 157Shania walked barefoot through the garden, the soft grass tickling her feet. The morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. This was her favorite place in the estate—a sanctuary where life felt simple and her thoughts could wander freely. Today, though, her mind was anything but still.In the weeks since the foundation’s mural unveiling, she had been grappling with a question she couldn’t shake: What’s next? Not for the foundation or her relationship with Stefan, but for herself. She had built so much, survived even more, yet there was a quiet restlessness in her heart.“Thinking too hard again?” Stefan’s voice broke her reverie.She turned to find him standing a few steps away, coffee cup in hand, his dark hair slightly tousled from the breeze. His presence was grounding, as always.“I can’t help it,” she admitted with a wry smile. “You know me—I need to have something to obsess over.”He smirked and closed the distance betwee
Chapter 156Shania stood on the balcony of their home, her eyes scanning the sprawling city skyline bathed in the warm hues of twilight. The evening breeze carried with it a sense of calm she rarely felt in her chaotic days. Behind her, she could hear the faint sound of Stefan’s voice on a phone call, his tone measured and confident.Her hand absently traced the cool metal of the railing as she let her thoughts drift. Life had changed in ways she couldn’t have imagined. What once felt like an uphill battle—fighting for survival, for her dreams, for her heart—now felt like a journey she had conquered with scars to prove it. Yet, even in her victories, she often asked herself: Who am I when there’s no more fight left to win?The sound of the sliding door opening pulled her from her thoughts. Stefan stepped onto the balcony, his phone tucked into his pocket. His eyes immediately found hers, and the tension in his shoulders softened.“You looked deep in thought,” he said, leaning against