“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 random man.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. Adrian had no idea about Stefan, no idea about the baby. He still thought he had some kind of claim over me, as if the years of marriage had given him a permanent right to control my life.The idea caused my skin to shiver.
I stated. "This is unrelated to another individual. This is about me finally being free of you.”
Another bitter laugh. “Free? You think you’re going to find freedom with a child in your belly? Because let me tell you something, Shania—your life is going to be even more tangled up with mine once you give birth. You won’t be free of me. Ever.”
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How could he have known? I hadn’t told him about the pregnancy. In fact, I hadn’t told anyone but my lawyer and, well, Stefan.
“What did you just say?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“I know, Shania. You’re pregnant,” Adrian continued, his voice smug. “You think you can keep that from me? I have people watching you.”
A shiver ran down my spine. People watching me? How deep did his control go? My head spun with the implications. How long had he known? Was he planning to use the baby against me?
I spat with disgust and scrunched my nose as I replied to him. "You're completely unaware of who I am now. No matter what you believe you are accomplishing, it will not be successful.”
He said calmly, "We will find out about that. Shania, you are still my wife according to the law. That child is legally mine, too, until proven otherwise. And trust me, I’ll make sure the courts see it my way.”
I suppressed a scream of frustration. "You have no idea what you're saying. Do you believe the courts will support a man who has been having an affair with his wife's sister?”
Silence.
I struck a nerve.
“That’s different,” Adrian said, his tone darkening. “Stephanie… that was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I let out a sharp, humourless laugh. “You call having a child with my fucking twin sister a mistake? You destroyed this marriage, Adrian. You destroyed me.”
A sudden inhalation was heard from the opposite side, and briefly I believed I detected a soft noise of an infant sobbing. Adrian stayed quiet, and I imagined him standing with a irritated expression on his face in my imagination, his calmness beginning to break down.
I murmured softly, sensing the weight of tiredness creeping in, "It's about time for you to switch things up. There is no longer anything remaining between us. Allow me to leave, Adrian. I kindly ask you, Please."
He growled, “I will never release you.” Then disconnected the line.
I stayed in place, staring at the phone, sensing my heart racing in my chest. He was always going to make this difficult. I was aware of that. However, as soon as I heard him verbalise those words, the intense sense of ownership in them gave me goosebumps.
That evening, I found myself seated on the couch, gazing absently at the television screen, with the show hardly capturing my attention. I was caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, stuck between chatting with Adrian and making a big choice regarding Stefan.
What was expected of me? I had a man who had deceived me, destroyed my confidence, and was now trying to manipulate me through our failed marriage. However, there was Stefan - enigmatic, strong, and unquestionably hazardous. He presented me with an escape route, but what was the price?
The noise of a door knock snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't anticipate someone's presence, and the unexpected interruption made me feel anxious. I paused briefly, my feet glued to the ground before moving towards the door at a gradual pace.
When I looked inside, I saw someone unexpected.
Adrian.
He stood before me, wearing his typical well-maintained suit, appearing exactly like the man I used to believe I loved. However, his presence now caused me to feel a sense of fear. His gaze met mine, icy and strategic.
"Why are you here, Adrian?" I inquired, attempting to maintain a steady voice. My grip on the door tightened, instinctively wanting to shut it in his face.
“We need to talk,” he said, pushing his way inside before I could protest.
“Adrian, you can’t just—”
“I said we need to talk,” he repeated, his tone sharp as he turned to face me."I will not move an inch until we accomplish it."
I folded my arms, feeling my heart racing in my chest as I held my position. "There is no more to be said. You have accomplished enough already."
Frustrated, he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I came here not to engage in a fight, Shania. I arrived because... because I don't want it to finish this way.”
I arched my eyebrow, taken aback by his abrupt shift in tone. “Like this? You mean after you had a child with my twin sister?”
I observed as his jaw tightened, and I could sense the growing frustration in his eyes. “I committed an error. I'm not refusing that. But we can fix this.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh. “Fix this? There’s no fixing what you’ve done. This marriage is over, Adrian. I’ve already filed for divorce.”
He took a step toward me, his expression hardening. “I’m not signing those papers, Shania. You’re still my wife. And until this is over, we need to figure out what happens next.”
“What happens next,” I repeated slowly, disbelief washing over me. “You think there’s something next after what you’ve done?”
He sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Look, I know I screwed up. But we have a history, Shania. Years of marriage. You can’t just throw that away.”
I looked at him, feeling the heaviness of his words bearing down on me. A part of me desired to shout at him, to let him know the extent of the harm he had done. However, another portion of myself was too fatigued to continue bickering and fighting.
“Why are you really here, Adrian?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
He didn't respond immediately. Instead of that, he made his way to the window and gazed at the street below. “I want to keep you close and not let you go. This is not the way.”
I shut my eyes, struggling against the tears that were on the verge of flowing. His words carried no meaning anymore, just hollow echoes of promises he had already failed to keep. There was no going back. Not for us.
“I’m already gone, Adrian,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You lost me the moment you slept with Stephanie.”
He shifted his gaze toward me, his emotions impossible to determine. I briefly noticed a hint of remorse in his eyes, only for it to vanish instantly.
"I'm not surrendering," he whispered. "Not at this moment."
He departed, the door shutting quietly as he exited.
I remained in place, experiencing a blend of relief and sadness sweeping through me. Adrian was holding on to something that no longer existed, but I was unsure how much longer I could continue to reject him.
While gazing at the shut door, I experienced the baby's first kick. I reached for my stomach quickly, feeling a surge of emotion within me. This became my new norm. Adrian was part of my history, but this child is what I looked forward to in my future.
Stefan was in the midst of everything, expecting me to make a crucial decision that could have a significant impact.
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
Chapter Ten"You’ll sign the divorce papers tonight, Adrian. I won’t repeat myself."Stefan’s voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and commanding, as I stood at the top of the staircase in his townhouse. My heart stopped at the sight below. Adrian was there, seated on the edge of the leather couch in Stefan’s office, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing with barely concealed fury.I hadn’t heard Adrian enter; I’d been too wrapped up in my thoughts about the ultrasound and the weight of everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Now, I felt like I’d walked straight into the heart of a storm."And why," Adrian bit out, leaning forward with his hands clasped together, "would I let a man like you dictate what I do with my wife?"I froze. The possessiveness in Adrian’s voice sent a chill through me—not because it reminded me of love but because it reeked of control. For so long, I had been nothing more than an extension of Adrian’s ego, a trophy wife to bolster his f
Chapter Eleven"That child will never belong to him."The words from Adrian’s mouth hit me like a sledgehammer as I froze, the pen in my hand hovering over the pile of divorce papers. His voice came from the door to Stefan’s townhouse, where he stood with an arrogance I hadn’t seen in weeks.Stefan, seated beside me, exhaled sharply. "You just don’t know when to quit, do you?"Adrian ignored him, his eyes locked on me. "Shania, we need to talk. Alone."I set the pen down deliberately, the faint sound of it clicking against the glass table cutting through the tense air. "We don’t need to talk, Adrian," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Not now, not ever."Adrian stepped farther into the room, his expression darkening. "I don’t care what you’ve convinced yourself of," he said, his tone low and dangerous. "But you’re still my wife, and that baby—""That baby," Stefan interrupted, rising to his feet with an unsettling calmness, "is none of your business. Neither is she. Sign the papers and
Chapter Twelve"I hope you’re ready to fight, Shania."The voice startled me, pulling me out of the restless sleep I’d fallen into. My heart pounded as I sat up, disoriented in the dim light of my bedroom. It wasn’t Stefan’s voice—it was Adrian’s.And then I saw him, leaning against the wall near the window, his face partially obscured by shadows."What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed, clutching the blanket around me as if it could shield me from the sheer audacity of his presence.Adrian pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. His movements were calm, too calm, but his eyes told a different story. They were wild, unhinged."I came to remind you of something," he said, his voice low but full of menace. "You’re still legally my wife, Shania. That means you belong to me."I forced myself to stand, my legs shaky but holding firm. "I don’t belong to you, Adrian. I never did. Now get out of here before I call the police."He laughed, the sound bitter and devoid of humor. "Oh, Sha
Chapter ThirteenAdrian's words stuck in my head like a bad song on repeat."He’s been controlling your life, Shania."Every time I thought I’d begun to untangle the web of lies surrounding me, another thread seemed to appear, and now, it was Stefan holding the spool. Was Adrian telling the truth? Or was this just another one of his manipulative games to keep me under his thumb?I tried to shake the thoughts away as I stood by the kitchen sink, washing a glass I’d barely used. The rhythmic sound of water running helped steady my nerves. Outside, the sun had set, casting the room in a golden haze.A sharp knock on the front door pulled me from my spiral.I froze, my mind immediately jumping to Adrian. Was he back to cause more chaos? My heart thudded painfully as I dried my hands and walked toward the door.When I opened it, I wasn’t sure whether to feel relief or dread.Stefan stood there, his face as composed as ever, though his piercing eyes burned with an intensity that unsettled m
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