As Scott stepped out of the bathroom, he froze, spotting Vanessa staring at his phone. Panic flashed across his face as he rushed over.When he saw Cindy's message, he fumbled to delete it, stammering, "Don't get the wrong idea! She sent that by mistake. If you don't believe me, I'll call her right now!"Before Vanessa could respond, he was already dialing.The call connected, and Scott barked into the phone, "What the hell? Sending a message like that this late? Who do you think you're calling 'honey'?"Cindy's soft, apologetic voice spilled through the speaker. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Fabel. I sent it to the wrong person. It was meant for my husband! Your girlfriend isn't upset, is she? Please make sure she knows it was a mistake!"Vanessa stood there, silently watching their little act play out.Scott, looking pleased with himself, ended the call and turned to her with a smile. "See? Don't blame me for something I didn't do. I'm not taking the fall for this."Vanessa's expression
After Vanessa's colleague led Cindy into the exam room, she and Scott were left standing in the hallway."Where are you going?" Scott frowned, breaking the silence."Just going to study," Vanessa threw out an excuse."When are you leaving? Why didn't you tell me?"Vanessa chuckled softly, then turned to him with a question of her own. "You didn't tell me either. When did you become Cindy's husband?"Scott's expression darkened."Her husband couldn't make it today," he said defensively. "Since I was already coming to pick you up for dinner, I just brought her along.""Oh... Well, you can wait for her then. I'm not hungry. I'll leave you two to it."Vanessa turned to leave, but Scott grabbed her wrist."I told you—there's nothing going on between us. Don't misunderstand." His gaze flickered with concern. "And why are you here for a checkup? The doctor just said your recovery is going well. What happened?"Vanessa's anger flared.He knew.He'd seen the box. He knew she'd been
Vanessa returned home, packed her essentials, and left for the temporary apartment she'd rented. She couldn't bear to see Scott again.That night, her chat app lit up with a barrage of messages from him.After her last trip to the airport, Vanessa had ditched her old phone number, never giving Scott the new one. The chat app was his only way to reach her now.Like a man possessed, he fired off message after message, demanding to know where she was.Vanessa resisted the urge to block him—she didn't want to make him suspicious.Finally, she picked up her phone and texted, explaining that she'd been called away for a sudden work trip out of town.The messages stopped instantly, and Scott asked how long she'd be gone.Vanessa answered plainly: two weeks.That was all the time she needed to disappear for good.Satisfied, Scott switched to sending reminders and concerned messages, but Vanessa, annoyed, tossed her phone aside.She wandered to the window, staring out at the city ligh
So this was Scott's way of keeping her under his thumb.Vanessa's anger boiled over. "Scott Fabel, how could I have been so blind to love you? Do you seriously think I can't live without you?"To him, this was just another tantrum to get him to backpedal. But today, he had no intention of humoring Vanessa.With a cold snort, he said, "Quit being so stubborn. We've been together forever. You really think I don't know you? You've been abandoned since you were a kid—always desperate for security."I gave you a home, a safe life where you didn't have to worry about a thing. So what's the big deal now?"Smack!Vanessa's hand connected with his cheek before she could stop herself, and the room felt like it dropped twenty degrees.Even Cindy flinched, eyes wide.Scott, clutching his cheek, glared at her, his ego bruised. "What the hell, Vanessa? Are you crazy? You actually hit me?""Why wouldn't I? You're screwing your secretary, got her pregnant, and now you've dragged her into my h
Fired?Vanessa almost laughed."So, what now?" she asked. "You letting her stay home and rest for the baby? Or did you think I'm that easy to fool? Seriously, Scott, do you think I'm that stupid?"Scott's attempt at patience crumbled under her relentless tone. His voice dropped, colder now. "I don't know what you want from me, Vanessa. This is exhausting.""Exhausting? Oh, I bet it is—trying to keep me happy while making sure she doesn't lose it.""Vanessa!" he snapped, anger flaring before he turned his back to her. "Go sit down. I'll make dinner. If you're gonna keep being this unreasonable, maybe you need to cool off."Vanessa let out a short, mocking laugh. "Yeah, I'm not sitting on something that's already dirty."She didn't even glance at the couch—the memory of what had happened there made her stomach churn. Instead, she headed for the door, her voice quiet but cutting. "I'll get some air."The house felt like it was closing in, suffocating.Ten more days. That's all sh
Vanessa was caught off guard when Scott showed up during dinner. She'd assumed he wouldn't bother coming home tonight.As he walked to the dining table, his eyes landed on her bowl of soup. "Why are you eating something so plain? What about the dishes I prepped? Let me cook for you," he said, rolling up his sleeves and heading to the kitchen.When he turned, Vanessa noticed a red mark behind his ear. Her chest tightened, a sharp pang hitting her. She quickly looked away."I threw out what you made," she said. "Don't bother looking for it."Scott stopped in the doorway and glanced back. "Why'd you throw it out?"She met his gaze with a faint smile. "Didn't want you overworking yourself. Cooking twice in a row must be exhausting. Oh, and Scott? Next time, wash off the smell of oil and smoke before coming back. I'm not nose-blind."Scott hesitated, then walked back to the table and sat across from her. "I was cooking for the team at the office. They were working late. Don't overthin
Cindy, her slightly swollen belly showing, shot Vanessa a glare, her red-rimmed eyes blazing with defiance."Am I interrupting something?" Vanessa asked, her tone deliberate."Babe, don't misunderstand," Scott jumped in. "She's just mad about being fired—that's why she came here—"Before he could finish, Cindy stepped up. "No, I'm not! Vanessa! Do you really think he loves you? This baby—"Smack!Scott's hand connected with Cindy's face, her words silenced mid-sentence.Vanessa raised an eyebrow. She didn't say a word, just watched.Cindy froze, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at Scott, wide-eyed."Get out!" Scott barked. "Don't come here acting crazy!"Cindy threw one last fiery glare at Vanessa, her resentment practically dripping off her. But Vanessa? She just smirked.Cindy turned and stormed out, slamming the door.Scott spun around. "Don't listen to her! She's lost her job and her mind. How could I not love you?"Vanessa's stomach twisted. She'd heard him w
The pregnancy had been a shock. After eight years together, she'd never once thought it was possible. Her body had always worked against her, the odds stacked so high they felt impossible to beat.Deciding to end it had shattered her. No one knew how much it hurt—not Scott, not anyone. She carried that pain alone, locked away where no one could see.Now, outside the private lounge, every bit of that pain came roaring back: the betrayal, the heartbreak, and the loss of the child she'd never get to hold. It hit her all at once. She leaned against the wall, head bowed, tears slipping down her face.'Vanessa... you idiot. Eight years of loving Scott for what? For this?'Her chest tightened, the ache in her heart clawing its way to her throat. Every memory—every wasted second—burned like a cruel slideshow in her head: Scott and Cindy's secret vacations, their stolen moments. And here she was, standing outside while they laughed inside.Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. It wasn't wo
The next morning, Vanessa woke to rain hammering against the windows. Before she even sat up, Hedro's voice cut through the room."Scott's here. He's in the yard."She went downstairs. Hedro stood behind her, holding an umbrella as they walked out to face Scott together.Scott stood there, drenched, shivering. Bruised and bleeding, he was the definition of pathetic.The second he saw her, he lurched forward, his voice cracking with desperation."Vanessa, I know you hate me, but don't you remember how much you loved me? You gave up everything for me! We were so happy—why—""Why?" Vanessa's laugh was cold. "Did that question even cross your mind while you were screwing Cindy?"Her eyes narrowed, pure disgust in her voice. "For the record, Scott— I don't keep dirty things.""I'm not dirty! I'm not dirty!" Scott shouted, scrubbing at his arms. His skin turned raw, but he didn't stop.Vanessa let out a small sigh—not sad, just done. He only realized what he had after he lost it. To
"Tired, babe? I made some gnocchi. Let's go home and eat," Hedro said gently.Vanessa smiled shyly and nodded."Then... will you sleep with me after breakfast? I want to hold you while we sleep."Hedro brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled. "I'd love to."They spoke softly, openly affectionate, like Scott wasn't even there.Scott stood frozen, the scene ripping through him like a blade. His chest ached.As Vanessa walked past him, hand in hand with Hedro, Scott snapped. He lunged, grabbing her arm roughly."I know you hate me, Vanessa!" he shouted, voice raw. "But you don't have to use another man to punish me!"Before he could say another word, Hedro's kick sent him crashing to the ground. Pain exploded through his already battered body."Listen to me," Hedro said. "Vanessa is my wife. If you want to keep breathing, get lost. Bother her again, and you'll regret it.""Let's go," Vanessa said. "Don't waste time on him."She wasn't just annoyed—she was worried. Hed
Six months later, Italvia.Vanessa was wrapping up her shift when an emergency call came in—major car crash, multiple victims.Her life over the past six months had been a whirlwind. The pain she carried had started to fade, replaced by the rhythm of her new life. But as she worked in the ER, stabilizing a patient, someone grabbed her wrist.Vanessa froze.Even with his face smeared with blood, those eyes—desperate, intense, familiar—hit her like a punch to the gut.Scott.Her breath hitched. She jerked her hand away, but Scott latched on again, gripping her like she might disappear if he let go."Vanessa! It's really you! I found you!" His voice cracked, thick with something raw. "Do you even know what these six months have been like for me? I was wrong—so wrong. Please... forgive me.""Let go. This is a hospital—don't disturb others."Her calmness? It gutted him. He would've preferred her yelling, throwing punches, anything but this."Vanessa, I know I don't deserve you," h
Deep down, Scott knew it—Vanessa was never going to forgive him this time.The image of her walking into the hospital alone for an abortion flashed through his mind. His jaw clenched as he yanked at his hair.How could he have hurt her like that? How could he have let Cindy get away with so much?Sure, he'd been blinded by the thrill or whatever, but that didn't matter now. The damage was done. Vanessa was gone, and he'd hurt her in a way he couldn't take back.He sat on the staircase all night, the screenshots from the box scattered around him like little daggers, each one cutting deeper.The longer he stared, the hotter his anger burned.Finally, Scott grabbed the box and stormed out.He was going to Cindy.***Cindy was still asleep when something hard hit her, jerking her awake. She sat up, startled, and froze at the sight of screenshots scattered across the bed—her taunting messages to Vanessa, laid out like evidence.Scott towered over her, rage burning in his eyes.Ci
'What is she up to now?!' Scott muttered inwardly.He kept dialing her number, but it wouldn't go through. With every failed attempt, unease tightened its grip, gnawing at the edges of his confidence.Just then, the maids walked in, back from their vacation. They froze at the sight of Scott standing in the living room, visibly unhinged."Where's Vanessa? Where did she go?"Both maids shook their heads."Ms. Jahn gave us ten days off, sir. We just got back.""What?!"Scott's chest tightened as he bolted upstairs, tearing through every room. He searched closets, drawers, the bathroom—everywhere. But it was all gone.Her towels, her toothbrush, her clothes—everything was missing. Only his things remained.On the staircase, Scott froze, gripping the railing, staring blankly at the emptiness below. His heart pounded in a frantic rhythm.A sickening thought struck him.Vanessa wasn't playing games this time.She was really gone."No way!" he shouted.She couldn't leave. She had
Cindy hung up, and the two maids just stood there, frozen. Regret hit them hard—why did they even make that call?Before they could figure out how to help, Vanessa stood up like nothing had happened. "Clean this up and get some rest," she said, her voice quiet but steady, then started limping back upstairs.The physical pain? It didn't even touch the mess in her heart.The maids watched her go, their chests tight.***Vanessa lay in bed, staring at the pitch-black night outside her window.She couldn't even remember the last time she didn't feel this alone.A single tear slid down her cheek, disappearing into the pillow. Being sick had a way of cracking her armor, and tonight was no different.She curled tighter under the blanket, wishing it felt like someone's arms."Scott... you're really gonna lose me. Will that even matter to you?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.Eventually, exhaustion won, pulling her under.***The next morning, Vanessa gave the maids ten da
"Hm... How did this happen? Did you call for an ambulance? I'll help you," Vanessa said, reaching for her phone.The man raised a hand to stop her. "No need. My people are already on their way."Vanessa frowned, studying him.Minutes later, a group of men arrived, moving quickly to help the injured man to his feet. Vanessa stepped back, her eyes scanning the scene.A street fight? Gang trouble?As the man reached the entrance of the alley, he paused, turning to look at her. "What's your name?"The question caught her off guard, but she didn't answer directly. "You don't need to know my name. Your injury is serious—you should go to a hospital."The man chuckled, his deep voice carrying a magnetic charm under the night sky. "Remember this—I'm Hedro Bianco."With that, his men guided him into a sleek car waiting nearby.Vanessa stayed put, watching the car disappear into the night before she finally left the alley.The night had been chaos, but she didn't dwell on it. Alone, she
The pregnancy had been a shock. After eight years together, she'd never once thought it was possible. Her body had always worked against her, the odds stacked so high they felt impossible to beat.Deciding to end it had shattered her. No one knew how much it hurt—not Scott, not anyone. She carried that pain alone, locked away where no one could see.Now, outside the private lounge, every bit of that pain came roaring back: the betrayal, the heartbreak, and the loss of the child she'd never get to hold. It hit her all at once. She leaned against the wall, head bowed, tears slipping down her face.'Vanessa... you idiot. Eight years of loving Scott for what? For this?'Her chest tightened, the ache in her heart clawing its way to her throat. Every memory—every wasted second—burned like a cruel slideshow in her head: Scott and Cindy's secret vacations, their stolen moments. And here she was, standing outside while they laughed inside.Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. It wasn't wo
Cindy, her slightly swollen belly showing, shot Vanessa a glare, her red-rimmed eyes blazing with defiance."Am I interrupting something?" Vanessa asked, her tone deliberate."Babe, don't misunderstand," Scott jumped in. "She's just mad about being fired—that's why she came here—"Before he could finish, Cindy stepped up. "No, I'm not! Vanessa! Do you really think he loves you? This baby—"Smack!Scott's hand connected with Cindy's face, her words silenced mid-sentence.Vanessa raised an eyebrow. She didn't say a word, just watched.Cindy froze, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at Scott, wide-eyed."Get out!" Scott barked. "Don't come here acting crazy!"Cindy threw one last fiery glare at Vanessa, her resentment practically dripping off her. But Vanessa? She just smirked.Cindy turned and stormed out, slamming the door.Scott spun around. "Don't listen to her! She's lost her job and her mind. How could I not love you?"Vanessa's stomach twisted. She'd heard him w