BLURB Eugene Hampton’s perfect life shatters when she discovers her husband, Nicole, betraying her with her best friend. Heartbroken and reeling from the betrayal, she’s forced into a loveless marriage with Asher Malik, a powerful billionaire. It’s a union born of duty and family reputation, not love. As Eugene and Asher navigate their fragile relationship, a storm of lies and manipulations threatens to tear them apart. Nicole, desperate to regain Eugene’s wealth and status, teams up with her former best friend in a dangerous game of deception, leading to shocking revelations about Eugene’s past and the tragic accident that changed her life forever. Amid betrayal and heartbreak, Eugene and Asher begin to uncover feelings neither of them expected. But can love survive when the ghosts of the past refuse to let go? In a tale of betrayal, revenge, and redemption, will Eugene and Asher find their way to true happiness, or will their enemies succeed in tearing them apart forever?
View MoreAsher’s POVFatigue was overwhelming me; indeed, I was heading home to shed all the rest of the weary day behind me. But then something caught my eye.At first, I believed it was some rubbish or clothing dumped off the road. Then the headlights were close enough to reveal to me that it was not: Someone lay there, immobile. My chest felt tight.I slammed on the brakes, swerved off the road, and jumped out of the car, hardly aware that the rain was soaking through my jacket. Cold air hit me as I rushed forward, splashing through puddles in my shoes. She lay on her side; her hair was wet and clinging to her face, her clothes damp from rain. I was squatting near her, my heart pounding. "Hey," I said softly, hoping for some kind of response. Nothing. At least she moved her chest slightly; she was breathing. It gave me some relief, but not enough. I needed to get her help.I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed for an ambulance. My voice was shaking as I explained what I'd found and g
Eugene’s POVEvery morning, Nicole would leave the small white pills on the kitchen counter, accompanied by a cold, expectant glare. He didn’t even bother to hide his disdain anymore. The pills sat there like tiny reminders of how much he hated what I carried inside me.“Take them,” he’d say, his tone sharp and cutting, as if the command alone would erase the life growing within me.I would nod, murmuring something inaudible, and he’d watch me like a hawk as I picked them up. It was a routine now—his gaze burning into me as I swallowed water from a glass, my hand shaking just enough to look convincing. He never stayed long enough to see what happened next.The moment he left the room, I would rush to the sink, spit out the pill, and pour the glass of water down the drain to make it look as though I’d finished. The pills themselves, I tucked into the back of the trash or flushed down the toilet when he wasn’t around.Nicole thought he had won—that I’d surrendered to his demands. But he
Eugene’s POVIt’s the third anniversary of my marriage to Nicole, and I couldn’t be more excited. Three years of love, laughter, and a dream that we could build a future together. Or so I thought.I have been feeling sick and weak, and altogether just not myself for the last week. I thought probably just stress or maybe a flu would hit me, but each day that went by, I realized something was really wrong with me. It was not an illness.So, I did what a responsible person would do and went to the doctor. I froze when I heard the result. Two months pregnant. I could not take it in initially. What? A baby? Huh, I never expected such a thing. But even as the shock settled on me, I felt a wave of hope billowing from within. Yes, this was it. This was the change that would make Nicole come back to me. He always said he didn't want children but this was different. Surely, once he found that this baby had entered the picture, everything would be different.The whole thing was bubbling in me as
Eugene's POVThe door slams open, and before I can even process what’s happening, Nicole is standing right in front of me. His face is full of regret, his eyes filled with desperation.“Eugene...” His voice shakes when he says my name. The vulnerability in his eyes makes my heart ache, and for a moment, I almost forget everything that’s happened between us. But as his gaze lingers on me, a coldness settles in my chest. It’s the pain from earlier, still fresh, still raw.I don’t turn around at first. I just stay where I am, my back to him, my hands pressed against the cool glass of the window. I try to steady my breathing, trying to act like I’m fine, like his words and actions from tonight haven’t hurt me so deeply.“You don’t need to say anything, Nicole,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. “You’ve already made it clear where I stand.”He steps closer, his shoes making a soft click against the hardwood floor. “No... no, Eugene. Please, just... let me explain.”I shut my eyes
Eugene’s POVI scroll lazily through my phone as I sip tea in the morning. The morning is quite normal, but then suddenly I see a flashing picture and pause."Congratulations to Nicole Armstrong on his long-deserved promotion!" The caption is bright and cheerful, almost glowing, but the picture burns. There stands my husband smiling broadly, his champagne-glass raised, surrounded by all his colleagues. At a very lavish venue, surrounded by many unfamiliar faces. And yet, I wasn't there.I blink, reread the post. Maybe I missed something. Maybe he mentioned it and I forgot. But I just can't seem to find a memory of him ever telling me about that party.A chill creeps into my bones as I stare at the screen. My thumb hovers over the "Call" button. He is probably busy, I assure myself, but my stomach tightens further. I push the button anyway.The phone rings once, twice, three times, before it reaches voicemail."Hey, it's me," I say, trying to keep my voice level. "Just saw the post abo
Eugene’s POVI scroll lazily through my phone as I sip tea in the morning. The morning is quite normal, but then suddenly I see a flashing picture and pause."Congratulations to Nicole Armstrong on his long-deserved promotion!" The caption is bright and cheerful, almost glowing, but the picture burns. There stands my husband smiling broadly, his champagne-glass raised, surrounded by all his colleagues. At a very lavish venue, surrounded by many unfamiliar faces. And yet, I wasn't there.I blink, reread the post. Maybe I missed something. Maybe he mentioned it and I forgot. But I just can't seem to find a memory of him ever telling me about that party.A chill creeps into my bones as I stare at the screen. My thumb hovers over the "Call" button. He is probably busy, I assure myself, but my stomach tightens further. I push the button anyway.The phone rings once, twice, three times, before it reaches voicemail."Hey, it's me," I say, trying to keep my voice level. "Just saw the post abo...
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