Happily Never After...
“Are you happy, baby?” Leon asked Stephanie, as she cuddled with him, still in her wedding gown.
“Yes, you make me the happiest woman alive, Leon. I am so happy to call you my husband.” Stephanie said and kissed him sweetly on the mouth.
Leon smiled and read the text from his ex-wife, Adriana, happy that his plan had finally caught her attention.
He had pursued Stephanie all along just so he could get the attention of his ex-wife. He figured that if she saw that he was chasing after another woman, then she would come back to him so he used Stephanie as bait.
He got married to Stephanie two weeks after he proposed and he had one of the biggest weddings in New York.
Stephanie didn't feel bothered about this because she thought Leon wanted to show her off as his new wife and that he had moved on from Adriana but Leon in fact did it to get Adriana’s attention. He thought about it the next day after he had his security guard take Stephanie away from his mansion after having sex with her.
He has not gotten over his ex-wife and does not love Stephanie. He was only physically attracted to her, as he was not pretending with the sex part. She truly turned him on like no woman ever had but she was just bait to get his ex-wife and he had finally gotten her.
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Stephanie met with Erica for drinks in a Nobu Downtown restaurant but Erica did not look so happy.
“How are you, Stephanie? How is marriage to the boss going?” she asked with resignation.
“Fine. It’s good.” Stephanie replied dry eyed.
Erica looked at her and shook her head sadly. She knew Stephanie was hurting because she must have heard the rumors too. “Stephanie, you can tell me the truth. I got so worried about you with all the news going on and that was why I asked to see you.”
She took Stephanie's hands and squeezed them and Stephanie blinked back tears and decided to tell Erica all that had been going on because she had no friend, or family to confide in and Leon had practically abandoned her.
“I had the most amazing honeymoon with Leon and even when we came, all was well. I noticed that his family members did not like me one bit and always called me Pauper, but I didn’t care because Leon told me that they would come around. The Phoenix always married someone with wealth and class so his marriage to her was new for them but they would get over it.” She sniffed.
Erica looked at Stephanie sadly, she no longer looked bright eyed and excited. Her eyes were dull, as if the lights in them were turned off.
“I thought the bad treatment from his family would stop but it only got worse month after month and the sad part was that Leon never stood up for me. I have been banned from attending any family gathering or party so I would not embarrass them. As a matter of fact, Leon isn't always around and I am always home alone with the staff in that giant house. His mother said it fit me, as she sees me as nothing but one of the staff. I have no work to keep me busy, as you know, because Leon made me quit my job and I can just feel depression setting in.”
Erica realized that Stephanie had spoken about a lot except the main issue. She decided not to push or tell Stephanie what everyone had seen and known in the office.
She consoled Stephanie until she decided that she had to go back home.
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Stephanie couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared at the report in her hand. She had been feeling funny for some days and decided to buy a pregnancy test kit after throwing up in the morning and to her utmost surprise, it was positive.
She decided to go to a random hospital to confirm, giving them a fake name so the news would not end up in the media and the result came back positive.
Stephanie put her hand on her stomach and said, “Hello, little one. I am so glad you have come, so I won’t be so lonely, and I believe your arrival will make your father happy and he will stay at home more.”
She excitedly drove to Leon’s office to share the good news with him.
When Stephanie entered the skyscraper that was the office building, she received curious glances and nervous ‘hellos’ from people and wondered what could be wrong. Maybe it is because she has not been to the office in many months.
She wanted to surprise Leon so she didn’t tell him she was coming. She entered the elevator and stopped at his office floor.
As Stephanie walked close to Leon’s office, she heard moaning sounds, but she didn’t want to believe it. Telling herself that it must be from his television.
She opened the door and saw Leon and his ex-wife, Adriana, thoroughly naked and having sex on his office table.
Stephanie placed her hand over her mouth but the crying sound escaped from her mouth catching their attention. They turned and saw her.
Leon was shocked to see her and wanted to stop but Adriana stopped him and said, “Why stop now? Not when we are about to cum, no way.”
He turned back and continued having sex with his ex-wife while staring at her. Stephanie placed her hand on her stomach and turned to head back to the house, crying.
So it was all true. The rumors on social media claimed that Leon was back together with his ex-wife but she didn’t believe them because Leon said it was all lies but now she had seen the truth with her own eyes.
“I am such a fool, what will I do now? The media was right, he was just using me.” she uttered in a broken voice.
She angrily strengthened her resolve and said, “I have to leave the evil Leon family and they will never know about my baby.
Stephanie entered her car and headed to Leon’s mansion but nothing could ever prepare her for what awaited her back home.
Stephanie's world came crashing down around her as she stood in the doorway of Leon's office, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Leon, her husband, the man she loved and trusted, was naked and writhing on top of his ex-wife, Adriana. The sound of their moans and heavy breathing filled the air, making Stephanie's stomach turn.She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. How could Leon do this to her? How could he betray her trust like this?Stephanie's mind was reeling as she turned and ran out of the office, not stopping until she was safely inside her car. She locked the doors and sat there, trying to process what she had just seen.But her mind wouldn't cooperate. It kept replaying the scene over and over again, making her feel sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe she had been so blind to Leon's deception. She had thought he loved her, that he was committed to their marriage.But now she realized t
Stephanie's tears had finally dried up, but the emotional pain still lingered. As she sat in her room, trying to gather her thoughts and plan her next move, she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt.Her room was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the air conditioner. Stephanie stared blankly at the wall, her mind a million miles away. She was lost in thought, trying to make sense of the chaos that had erupted in her life.As she sat there, Stephanie's mind began to wander back to her childhood. She remembered the pain of losing her parents at a young age, the struggle of growing up in foster care, and the determination she had to work hard to get to where she was today.Stephanie thought about all the sacrifices she had made, all the late nights and early mornings, all the struggles and hardships she had faced. And for what? So that some man could come along and cheat on her?The thought sent a wave of anger and sadness through Stephanie. She felt like she was reliv
Stephanie stood in the doorway of Leon's office, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Leon was sitting behind his desk, a smirk on his face, while his ex-wife Adriana was standing next to him, a triumphant look on her face.Stephanie's anger and hurt were palpable as she confronted Leon about his infidelity. "How could you, Leon?" she demanded, her voice shaking with rage. "How could you cheat on me like this?"Leon shrugged, his smirk never wavering. "You're overreacting, Stephanie," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It was just a little mistake. It didn't mean anything."Stephanie's eyes widened in outrage. "A little mistake?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You call cheating on me with your ex-wife a little mistake?"Leon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Look, Stephanie, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and think about this rationally. I'm not going to apologize for something that didn't mean anything."Stephanie felt like
The Phoenix mansion loomed ahead, its wrought-iron gates snarling like the jaws of a beast as the car rolled up the winding driveway. Stephanie clutched the silk folds of her dress, the fabric suddenly heavy against her skin. Three days into her marriage, and the estate’s grandeur already felt like a gilded trap—every chandelier too bright, every polished surface too cold. Leon’s hand rested on her knee, his touch absentminded, as if she were an afterthought. “Remember,” he said, not looking at her, “smile when they speak to you. Say nothing unless asked.” Stephanie bit her tongue. Like a doll on display*, she thought. --- The dining hall was a cathedral of cruelty. Crystal glasses clinked under the glare of a dozen icy stares as Leon’s family settled around the table. Genevieve Phoenix, Leon’s mother, presided at the head, her silver-blonde hair coiled into a flawless chignon. Her eyes raked over Stephanie like she was inspecting spoiled meat. “So,” Genevieve drawled, swirl
The Phoenix mansion felt colder than ever. Stephanie stood in what was supposed to be her private office—a sunlit room Leon had promised she could redesign. But the staff had spent the morning dismantling her efforts, their loyalty to Genevieve etched into every dismissive glance. “The curtains are vintage Italian silk, madam,” the head housekeeper sniffed, yanking down Stephanie’s choice of cream linen. “We can’t have them replaced with… *bargain bin rags*.” Stephanie’s nails dug into her palms. “I’m your employer’s wife —” “And I’ve served this family for twenty years.” The woman smirked. “Tempers fade. Blood doesn’t.” Left alone in the striped room, Stephanie slumped into the leather chair Leon rarely used. Her reflection in the gilded mirror mocked her—a doll in a dollhouse, powerless to change even the wallpaper. A knock shattered the silence. “Mrs. Phoenix?” A maid hovered in the doorway, avoiding her gaze. “There’s a… *guest*.” Adriana stood in the foyer, draped i
Stephanie stared at the pregnancy test balanced on the edge of the marble sink, its twin pink lines glowing like a verdict. The bathroom’s gold fixtures blurred as tears pooled in her eyes. *Four weeks*. Four weeks since Leon had cornered her in his study, his breath was hot with scotch and regret. Four weeks since he’d pinned her to the desk, his hands possessive, his apologies lost in the heat of their collision. She pressed a trembling hand to her stomach. *His heir*. The word curdled in her mind. Genevieve’s threats slithered back—*we’ll handle it quietly*—but beneath the fear, a fragile hope flickered. *What if this changes everything?* --- The dining hall felt colder than usual. Stephanie had spent hours draping the table in Leon’s favorite crimson silk, lighting vanilla candles he’d once joked reminded him of her skin. The filet mignon sat congealing on fine china, the clock ticking past 9 p.m. Her phone buzzed. **Leon:** *Emergency meeting. Don’t wait up.* Stephani
The anonymous text burned into Stephanie’s retina like a branding iron. **Unknown:** *He’s at her penthouse. 8th Ave, Suite 3400. You deserve the truth.* Attached was a photo of Leon’s black Bentley idling outside Adriana’s luxury high-rise, timestamped *9:03 p.m.* Stephanie’s hands shook as she stared at the screen, the walls of the empty mansion closing in around her. Leon had left hours ago, muttering about a "shareholder emergency." Now moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors. *Check. Or walk away.* She grabbed her keys. --- Adriana’s penthouse loomed over the city, its glass facade reflecting the skyline like a jagged smile. Stephanie rode the elevator in a trance, her reflection warped in the polished steel—pale, hollow-eyed, foolish. The doors slid open to a private foyer, the sound of laughter seeping through the cracked door of Suite 3400. *Moans*. Stephanie froze. A woman’s breathy gasp, a man’s low groan
The mansion’s grand clock chimed midnight, its hollow echoes reverberating through the marble halls. Stephanie sat at the edge of her gilded bed, her fingers trembling as they traced the embossed patterns of the marriage contract she’d signed months ago—a document she’d naively believed was a formality. Moonlight sliced through the velvet curtains, casting jagged shadows over the words she now scrutinized, though their true meaning had always been just beyond her grasp. A sharp rap at the door shattered the silence. Before she could rise, it swung open, revealing Leon’s mother, Marguerite Vanclair, her silhouette framed like a blade in the doorway. Her ice-blonde hair was coiled into a flawless chignon, her charcoal suit tailored to intimidate. The air thickened with the cloying scent of jasmine perfume. “You,” Marguerite spat, striding forward, her stiletto heels striking the floor like gunshots. “Did you think we wouldn’t find out about your little *performance* at the gala?”
The conversation drifted into a gentle silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Outside the café window, the afternoon sun began to wane, casting long shadows on the busy street. The soft murmur of other patrons became a distant lullaby for the two friends.Stephanie leaned back, her heart both heavy and hopeful. "I keep wondering what it would be like if things were different," she murmured. "If he were not so guarded, if his eyes could reveal more than just a hint of sadness. I imagine a world where we could talk without reservations, where our hearts would not be hidden behind walls of duty and regret."Clara listened intently, her gaze fixed on Stephanie’s face. "I know it is hard to accept that some things may never change," she said gently. "But sometimes, the very thing that makes someone seem unreachable is also what makes them human. It is their pain, their past, that shapes them. You may not be able to fix him, but you can offer him kindness from afar. Just be sure not to l
Stephanie sat in a quiet corner of the small café near the office. The room was warm with soft light and gentle chatter. The aroma of fresh coffee and baked pastries filled the air. Across from her sat Clara, a trusted colleague and friend whose eyes always held understanding.Stephanie cradled her cup with trembling fingers. She stared at the swirling cream in her latte as if it held all her secrets. For a long moment, she said nothing. The quiet between them was comfortable and safe, yet her heart pounded with the need to speak.Clara broke the silence. "Steph, you've been distracted lately. Is everything all right?" she asked softly.Stephanie hesitated. Her voice came out low and hesitant. "I need to tell you something important," she said. She took a deep breath and looked up into Clara's kind eyes."It’s about work. It’s about him," she added, the word catching in her throat.Clara leaned forward slightly. "Who do you mean?" she asked, her tone gentle and curious.Stephanie’s ga
A few moments of silence passed. Then, a soft beep indicated another message from Clara: Remember, you are not alone, even if it feels that way sometimes. The message warmed her heart. She looked up from her phone and out the window again. The city was a quiet constellation of lights, each one a story, each one a secret.Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment, letting the calm of the night wash over her. "I hope one day you can share your burdens," she said aloud, her voice trembling slightly. "You deserve to be heard." The words were filled with a wish for him to open up, to let someone see the man behind the strength.The clock moved slowly. Minutes melted into the stillness of the night. Stephanie returned to her work, but her focus was split. Every time she heard a soft sound or saw a shadow move, her heart leapt with the possibility that Leon might be stepping out of his solitude. But the corridors remained silent, and his door stayed closed.At one point, the silence became too
The office was almost empty. Most of the staff had already left. Stephanie remained at her desk, the soft glow of her computer screen lighting her tired eyes. She had a project to finish. The quiet of the after-hours building felt both soothing and heavy."I need to get this done," she murmured to herself. Her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. The silence made every sound seem louder. The hum of the air conditioner and the clack of keys were the only companions in the empty corridor.As she worked, her mind drifted. Thoughts of Leon found their way into her head. She remembered his steady gaze during the day and the small smile that had warmed her heart. Now, in the stillness of the night, she wondered about the man behind that guarded expression.Her eyes left her screen. She leaned back and sighed. "I wonder if he ever feels the weight of his own loneliness," she said softly. There was no one to answer but the empty room. Her voice echoed in the quiet corridor.Stephanie save
In that quiet moment, the office seemed to shrink away from her. All that mattered was the memory of that call and the realization that even the strongest person could have cracks in his armor. It was a truth that made her feel both sad and strangely hopeful. Sad because it meant that the man she admired was in pain, and hopeful because it meant that beneath the layers of authority and pride, there might be room for healing. And perhaps, one day, there might be room for someone to share that healing.When she returned to her desk, Stephanie’s hands trembled slightly as she organized her notes. The soft clack of the keyboard seemed to echo the rhythm of her heart. She tried to focus on the work that lay ahead, but her mind kept drifting back to Leon. There was a strange pull in her heart now, a desire to know more about the person behind the mask. She wondered about the life he had once shared with Adriana and the events that had driven a wedge between them. Her curiosity was interwove
The morning was quiet at Phenoix Enterprises. The office held a calm that belied the storm beneath the surface. Stephanie took her seat in the large conference room with the rest of her colleagues. Today, a routine meeting was scheduled. The topic was the quarterly report and updates from various departments. Yet, as the meeting began, something felt different.Leon sat at the head of the table. He looked as composed as ever at first glance. His posture was straight, his hands folded on the table. But as the discussion went on, a noticeable tension began to cloud his features. His eyes were fixed on the projector, his face set in a mask of professionalism. Still, Stephanie sensed a deep unrest beneath that calm exterior.Midway through the meeting, a soft vibration interrupted the silence. Leon’s phone began to ring. He hesitated for a moment before answering. As he lifted the phone to his ear, Stephanie saw his jaw tighten. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his shoulders stiffened. The
Stephanie’s heart raced at the memory. She knew that a smile like that was rare from him. The moment felt precious, as if it were a small break in the armor of his aloof demeanor. She wondered what thoughts lay behind those eyes, what memories or emotions could spark such a brief but significant change. For her, that fleeting smile was a conversation without words, a moment of vulnerability that spoke volumes in silence.The day wore on, and the sun began to lower in the sky, casting long shadows in the office corridors. Stephanie gathered her notes and tidied her desk, her thoughts still filled with the subtle signals from earlier. Even as she packed her belongings, her mind replayed the events of the day. The soft voices, the quick glances, and most of all, the delicate smile that had sparked a connection between two souls separated by duty and circumstance.Before leaving, Stephanie took one final look around the busy office. She glanced toward Leon’s office one more time. Through
The morning light crept into the office as Stephanie settled at her desk. The familiar buzz of printers and hushed voices filled the air. She opened her laptop and began to review her emails. Yet, even as she focused on her work, her eyes kept drifting toward the far corner of the room.There, behind a frosted glass door, Leon worked in his private office. His presence was constant even from a distance. His posture was upright and commanding, and every movement exuded a sense of authority. Even when he was lost in thought, Stephanie felt the weight of his presence as if it reached out to her from across the room.Stephanie greeted a few colleagues with gentle smiles as she made small talk near the coffee machine. Her voice was soft and friendly. She asked simple questions about the weekend and listened to lighthearted responses. Even in these moments, her mind wandered. She found herself sneaking glances over her shoulder, catching sight of Leon as he passed by. In the midst of busy c
Stepping outside, the cool evening air greeted her as she made her way home. The city was alive with soft lights and distant sounds that seemed to echo the gentle beating of her heart. Every step on the pavement felt heavy with the memories of the day. She replayed the sight of Leon in her mind, cherishing the brief moment of recognition that had passed between them.At home in her small apartment, Stephanie sat by the window and allowed the events of the day to settle in her heart. The soft glow of the streetlights mixed with the quiet hum of the city outside. She opened her journal and began to write. Each word was written with a tender honesty. She described the gentle strength of Leon, the purposeful way he moved through life, and the hint of sadness that clung to him like a shadow. Her writing was simple, yet each sentence carried the weight of her hidden emotions.She wrote about the cool touch of the marble floor, the soft murmur of conversations in the office, and the fleeting