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SHATTERED

Giselle's POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as I sat on the hospital bed, my heart racing with anticipation. The doctor had just walked in, her kind eyes crinkling as she glanced at the file in her hands."Congratulations, Mrs. Von Howard," she said warmly, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. "You're pregnant."Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind, a mix of disbelief and excitement surging through me. I stared at her, my breath caught in my chest."I'm pregnant?" I whispered, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach."Yes," the doctor confirmed with a smile. "About seven weeks along. Make sure you get plenty of rest, eat well, and avoid stress. It's crucial for both you and the baby."I nodded, my hand still resting on my stomach, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. A rush of emotions overwhelmed me—joy, disbelief, and a deep longing to share this moment with Patrick, my husband."I didn’t think it was possible," I murmured, my voice barely audible.The d
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BETRAYAL

Giselle's POV“Well,” the doctor said cheerfully, “she’s two months along, and the baby is doing great.”Two months.Two. Months.I froze, the heartbreak of the revelation crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Becky wasn’t just pregnant, she had been pregnant long before I found out about my own child.“Two months,” I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible.I stared at the ceiling, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in my mind. Patrick had been lying to me for weeks, if not months. Every late-night meeting, every business trip, every excuse—it had all been a cover for his affair with Becky.I swallowed the sob threatening to escape and forced myself to stay silent.Patrick Hilton, my husband, wasn’t just cheating on me. He had gotten her pregnant, too.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was lie there, my world crumbling around me as I listened to the man I loved play the role of doting father-to-be for another woman.I clenched my fists, my nails dig
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A SHATTERED ILLUSION

Giselle’s POV“Nothing,” Patrick said quickly, though his tone was uncertain.A single tear slid down my cheek as I stared at the phone lying beside me. l pick up my phone with my pulse and head back homeBack at Hilton's mansion, I was in my bedroom on the call with My brother Nicholas. I pressed my phone against my ear, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “Nicky, you have to trust me. Okay? I know what I’m doing.”Nicholas’ tone was sharp, his concern palpable even through the phone. “Why are you back at the Hilton’s place afterPatrick sent you those vile text messages? Gigi, this is insane!”“I just have to look at his face,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to look into his eyes and hear it from him. I know you're hurt. Confirming him like that will not gain you anything. Clearly, he has cheated on you. Gigi, please come back home.“I can’t,” I said firmly, my hands trembling as I gripped the phone tighter. “Not until I know the truth.
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A PUBLIC INSULT

Giselle's POVThe glass of whiskey she had been holding tipped forward, its contents splashing all over her pristine white dress.“Oh, my dress!” she shrieked, her voice carrying through the room like nails on a chalkboard. Heads turned, and suddenly all eyes were on us.I blinked, trying to process what had just happened. The woman was tall, impeccably dressed, and radiated an air of self-importance that could rival my mother-in-law’s. Her sharp, accusing eyes bore into me as she clutched her now-ruined dress.“Watch where you’re going, maid!” she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.Maid?Her words cut through the fog in my mind like a knife. Slowly, the shock of the moment gave way to anger. I straightened, meeting her glare with one of my own.“You did that yourself,” I said, my voice steady but cold. I gestured to the whiskey dripping down her dress. “You bumped into me. I'm Patrick's wife and not a maid.The woman's stunned expression only lasted for a moment before another
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SHATTERED ALLERGIES

Giselle’s POVI could still feel the sting of the shattered glass in my hand and the cold, hard marble against my skin when, through the chaotic din of whispered insults and desperate sobs, I saw him—the man who had become the axis of my torment. Amid the fractured laughter, murmurs, and bitter declarations, Patrick suddenly appeared. His expression, at first unreadable, shifted instantly as he took in the scene before him. Becky, eyes glistening with tears, her face contorted in anguish as she wept quietly in a corner of the lavish hall, and me, sprawled on the floor with my injured hand clutched against my chest.Patrick’s concern was immediate, his steps urgent as he rushed to Becky’s side. He knelt, enveloping her in a protective embrace and murmuring, “Are you alright?” His tone was frantic with worry as he cradled her gently, his eyes never once lingering on my broken form on the floor. For a fleeting, agonizing moment, I thought I saw a shadow of regret cross his features—but t
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THE DIVORCE PAPERS

Giselle's POVTime seemed to slow as her words echoed around me, each syllable a dagger in the quiet chaos. I stared down at the delicate band that still graced my finger.My eyes locked on the ring, the facets of the diamond catching the harsh light and scattering it into fragments of bitter memories. With trembling fingers, I reached up and grasped the ring, feeling the cool metal against my skin as if it were the only tangible connection to a past that had now become nothing more than a cruel illusion.Patrick’s gaze was fixed on me, his face a mask of indifference and barely concealed irritation as he watched me. But before he could speak, I raised the ring slowly, my voice trembling with all the pent-up sorrow, fury, and shattered dreams.“Marry you was the worst decision of my life,” I declared, each word cutting through the silence like a razor’s edge. As I struggled to collect myself and my shattered dignity, I heard Becky’s voice slicing through the tension.“Patrick, I’m fee
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THE ONE WHO WALKED AWAY

Patrick's POVI stood at the entrance of my mansion, my eyes locked on the tail lights of the car as it disappeared down the long driveway. The cold evening breeze, swept past me, but I barely felt it. My hands curls into a fist at my sides.She left. Just like that.I expected screaming. Tears. Maybe even a slap. Giselle just left.It made no sense. Wasn't she supposed to fight for me?To beg? To demand for an explanation?But instead, she walked away like I meant nothing. Like we were nothing.A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. So, she gave up on me that easily? Over what? A handsome face guy.She must be joking. She'd be back. She always comes back. And I'll be here when she does. I thought to myself. I slow mocking voice broke my thought."She'll be back to beg soon. " My mother, Karen said, stepping beside me.I didn't turn to look at her. I knew that smug expression was on her face, the one she always wore when things were going her way."She's not only useless but she's a whore too.
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BROKEN REFLECTIONS

Giselle's POVAs we pulled away from the mansion, the place where my heart had been shattered beyond recognition, I pressed my face against the chilled glass window, misting the glass with my breath. My hand clench into a fist on my lap, the sting of the pain in my hand filled my whole body. The city lights streamed past, yellow and white ribbons on black night, but I saw nothing but him. Patrick. The man I thought would be my forever. The man I had made into what he is today. The man who shattered me.My mind returned to the beginning, to the time when Patrick was a struggling businessman with dreams bigger than his pocket He'd been poor and into many debt barely scraping by. But I, foolish, naive, in love had thrown myself at him, believing he was worth every penny. "You're the only one I trust with my heart, Giselle," Patrick had once whispered. "With you by my side, I can achieve anything." And I had believed.I used my influence as the daughter of the Von Howard family—the wealthi
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A DEAL SEALED WITHOUT ME

Giselle's POV Dad smiled, a peace, satisfied smile. "That's my girl" he said.Nicholas immediately jumped into the conversation to elaborate more. " The entire city will be there, Gigi." Nicholas said, his voice filled with an almost boyish enthusiasm. "Politicians, business moguls, aristocrats, all the prominent families in the city." My heart swelled a little at the thought. It was finally happening.For years, I had been the hidden heiress, the whispered name in the society circles. People had speculated about me. Painted their own version of who I was but no one had eventually see me. Even if they did, I didn't look it. Until now."This will be a grand debut," father added, his voice rich and stead."And as the Von Heiress, you must look your absolute best. We've arranged for the best designers, jewelers and stylist." I sat up slightly, my excitement growing. "Father, I don't need a grand entrance." I said, though deep down, I knew I didn't entirely mean it. "You underestimate ho
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A TASTE OF REGRET

Patrick's POV I started each morning waking up to tht smell of freshly brewed coffee.Dark brown, rich brown, and just so nicely brewed. The way I liked it. But today, going into the dining room, something was off. I glanced at the table. No hot cup of coffee. No pleasant smell circulating. My brow fell into a scroll as I rubbed my head, a strange sensation of emptiness. Hell. I had become so used to it that I noticed anymore when she was not around anymore. Giselle. Always woke me up earlier before me. Always had the coffee ready for me, just the right level of bitterness and heat to get me going for work in the mornings. And now? Nothing. Just an empty cold counter. I shook my head, trying to shake the icky feeling down my spine. I shouldn't be doing this. I'd told myself I wouldn't regret my actions.Becky was still sleeping when I left the bedroom. I didn't wake her. Didn't want to.Not because of anything, but because, for the first time since I'd decided to do it, doubt was alre
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