Betrayed on Our Anniversary
People used to say Pierce Voss, my husband, also the boss of the largest mafia in Kingsburg, and I were the kind of couple others envied.
He once lit fireworks across the entire coastline just to celebrate my birthday.
He bought me a private island because I mentioned loving the ocean.
He made the entire mafia respect me as the most esteemed woman in the world.
He shut every woman out of his world so I would never feel insecure.
I thought our love was unbreakable.
After ninety-nine rounds of IVF, I finally got a positive result. I was so happy I couldn’t sleep the whole night, planning to surprise him at our tenth-anniversary party the next day.
But instead, I cut into our wedding cake and found Lena Young’s pregnancy report hidden inside.
She fell to her knees in front of everyone, sobbing.
“Serena… I have cancer. I don’t have long. Please… let me stay with Pierce for whatever time I have left. Give my child a name.”
The room erupted, with gasps, whispers, cruel amusement.
And in an instant, the woman Pierce Voss had supposedly adored became the laughingstock of the entire Kingsburg city.
The love I had been so proud of shattered like cheap glass.
Clutching my own pregnancy report, I held back my tears and prepared to walk away with my baby, far from his world, far from the lies.
But before I could escape, someone framed me for harming her.
I was thrown into detention for three days.
And in those three days, I lost my child.
Pierce Voss lost me, and every last piece of love I ever had for him.
No matter how desperately he begs later, there is no returning to who we used to be.