“I've sacrificed so much for our sake, to get this duplicitous act from my husband and my foster sister!” My heart clenched at the sight of their naked bodies. I lacked words to say, My heart felt crushed under the weight of their sinful act! I was about to give Liam the most exciting news of our lives on our third wedding anniversary. The insemination procedure was a success, and I was pregnant with his child. That day turned out to be the opposite of what I expected it to be. I ended up being humiliated in the presence of my foster sister, I was asked to sign the divorce papers, and was also sent out of my matrimonial home that same day. **** “Mrs Sophia, there was a big complication from the final procedure we carried out on you. “What's wrong? I managed to say, without minding the tension coming from his voice. After a few minutes of silence… “A mistake occurred during the insemination procedure, leading to the incorrect sperm being used and….” he took a deep breath. "You're carrying the child of the CEO Williams Corporation.” My eyes widened in shock. “Whatttt!! This was just the beginning of my twist of fate with the ‘Cold and Callous Billionaire’.... Ethan Williams.
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Sophia “Finally!” I shut my eyes, and took a deep breath. “This is it! The day I waited patiently for” I was taken into the hospital ward by one of the nurse aides. I looked around the neatly arranged ward, and the pungent smell of sterile antiseptic sent a wave of anxiety crashing over me. The nurse aide could see right through me, and she gave me a reassuring smile that the process was going to be a smooth one, and that I had nothing to fear. “Let me help you put this on," she said, gesturing at the neatly folded patient’s gown in her hands. The procedure was about to begin. The young doctor came in, he was putting on a white lab coat, with his name boldly imprinted on the left side of his coat, “Dr Brown”, I muttered under my breath. He walked in with two other nurses, who carried a surgical tray, covered neatly with a blue piece of cloth, their expressions were intense, and I could swear my heart skipped a bit. After two weeks of tracking my ovulation that seemed like forever. I was really determined to get this done. Three years of childlessness, I felt this could be the only way out. I do not want my Liam to ever feel bad about this issue of us not having a child. I’ve been visiting the ‘We Care Fertility Clinic’ for almost a month now, and I could say that it hasn't really been an easy follow up. I hid my intentions from Liam, I wanted this to come as a surprise, since it's two weeks to our third wedding anniversary. I can only imagine that excited expression on his face when I tell him I'm expecting his child. He would definitely carry me up in a bridal style, spin me around, and plant a kiss on my forehead. I blushed hard at my thoughts, and I would say that if the nurses or the doctor spared me a glance, they would think I'm going crazy. Lost in my thoughts, I could only see the nurses hand over some instruments to the doctor who was carrying out the procedure, and I felt those instruments go in and out of me, then I also felt a warm liquid flow inside of me. I felt a little cramping, but due to the over excitement that lingered in my heart, it was nothing. Ten minutes later, “You're all set, Mrs Sophia. I heard the doctor say with a smile that faded almost immediately, and I wondered how he was able to have a change of expression within a blink of an eye. “Your next appointment with us is in two weeks.” Dr Brown said, gesturing his hands in the air. I rested for about an hour, before I headed home. ******** Two weeks later. I arrived at the fertility clinic. There were different women trooping in and out of the clinic, some escorted by their partners and family members, while some of them who came alone. It was my choice to come here by myself. “Good morning." I broke out from my thoughts and smiled at the receptionist who recognized me immediately and smiled back at me. “Doctor Brown is available in his office," she said briefly, returning her gaze to whatever she was doing. Great! The clinic's corridor stretched out before me. I've been here a couple of times, so it was easy to locate Dr. Brown’s office. After running a pregnancy test and some other examinations, I was told to wait at the lobby until the results were out. “The insemination was successful, and I'm glad to share the good news that you’re pregnant.” The doctor said with a brief smile, handing over a neatly sealed envelope. “Really! This is fantastic news” I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you so much doctor," I said, as I left his office. "Congratulations ma'am, I'm so happy for you,” Mary, the nurse aide who took care of me, said. “Thank you so much Mary, you're so kind.” She supported me every step of the way since the beginning, she always reassured me, and relieved me of anxiety and doubt. “Bye Mary,” I waved at her, and I let out a sigh of fulfillment. Today is our wedding anniversary, and I could feel the butterflies in my belly go wild, this is going to be the best gift to my husband Liam. I took a day off from work, and let me say for a month now, I've not really been consistent with work. "Your pay for this month will be splitted into half,” Mrs James, the owner of one of the biggest coffee houses in the South city. I was the best worker of every year, and that was the least she could do than firing me from my job. I had already prepared his favourite dish,(Breaded, fried chicken topped, melted mozzarella cheese with pasta) before leaving. I walked into our apartment, though not really big like those billionaires' mansions, but I could say that I was very comfortable living here with my husband, Liam. I stood in front of the door, and I could hear some distant noise coming from my apartment. Did he call Lindsay over to surprise me? I leaped in excitement, and I just couldn't wait to announce that we'll be expecting a child. I walked in through the passage to the living room, but Liam was not there. I was so lost that I didn't notice the rose petals on the floor. When I looked, my heart skipped and I gasped with excitement. I followed the trail of the rose petals, and it led to our room. He wanted to surprise me in our room. How sweet! I decided to tiptoe, so he wouldn't realize I was back home. “Surprise!" I pushed the door wide open, but I was indeed the one surprised by the scene I saw. How did I not realize the moans coming from the room? I was actually thinking he was planning something beautiful with my childhood best friend, Lindsay. Liam was pumping her from behind, and their body was covered with sweat. It was the moment I had her cry out Liam's name that I realized who it was. Luna! I watched as she grabbed the sheets of my matrimonial bed, crying out my husband's name in between her moans. “What the hell is going on here?” I yelled on top of my voice while clutching my chest, my voice quivered with a mix of disbelief, and that was when they realized someone was even standing by the door. “Sophy, you're back? Liam said, covering himself with the blanket, while Luna hid at his back, glaring at me with a devilish smirk. "Can you explain what is going on in my matrimonial home and on my matrimonial bed!?" I yelled again, as the weight of betrayal pressed down on me.—Sophia’s POVIt rained all night. It wasn't gentle. The sound made our night romantic. It was loud, messy. Just like the sky just couldn't hold it anymore.I know that feeling.You think you're fine. So you carry it, and you smile, do the laundry. Make dinner. Let the hurt just... sit in you. Quiet. Patient. Like a shadow that forgot how to leave.And then one day?Downpour.That was me. Yesterday. Maybe today too.I don't know why.Everything's fine. Or it should be. Ethan's good. Irene's... loud and sticky and weird in the best way.Our house finally smells like us. Like burned toast and coffee and something sweet I still can't name.But still... I woke up with a weight in my chest. Not heavy. Just there. Like an old bruise you forget until something presses on it.Ethan was already up. I could hear him in the kitchen. Mumbling to himself. Probably burning the eggs again.Irene? Still asleep. One leg over the wall. Literally. Kid sleeps like he fought demons in his dreams.I just l
—Sophia’s POVSometimes, I forget we were ever broken.Not because the pain disappeared.But because now... there’s so much quiet joy in the tiny, boring moments that it rewrites everything. Fills the cracks.Like last night’s toast. Burnt again.Or Irene yelling, "TOILET EMERGENCY," like he was reporting to NASA.Or the way Ethan hums off-key while folding laundry, like he’s soundtracking his own life.It’s all ordinary. And sacred. And stupidly beautiful.I woke up to sunlight slanting across the wall, Ethan snoring softly beside me, and Irene’s foot wedged into my rib like a very aggressive bookmark.I didn’t move. Just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, thinking... this is what I used to dream about.Not the chaos. Not the burned bread. Not the child who drools on my pillow every other night.Just the feeling.Of being wanted. Of being safe.Of waking up in love and not worrying if it’ll vanish by morning.I slipped out of bed.Tiptoed to the kitchen.Started the kettle.Coffee.
—Ethan’s POVThe bright yellow sun on the sunday morning made everything look like it was painted with yellow. It was not early. Not late either. One of those in-between hours when the house still feels like it's still half-asleep, and nobody’s asking anything of you yet.I was on the porch. My coffee mug in one hand, and my phone in the other. I was scrolling, but not reading, Not really. The way you do when you’re just trying to not feel too much all at once.The candle was still on the windowsill. The wax hardened. A little crooked. It felt like a gravestone. A small one.The Old Master has passed on. He was gone now, but at least we honored his request. Giving him Irene, a son, was all he ever wished for. Sophia hadn’t said much after the text. We just lit the candle, and she danced with me like we were spinning away from sadness.It worked. Kind of.But now?Now the grief was creeping back in. Very quiet. Like smoke under a door.I thought about calling someone. But I didn’t.
— Sophia’s POVThe days stretched, it's been two days since Ethan had left for Singapore. It didn't feel painful. Unlike other times. The days just felt slower.Just like honey dripping down the edge of a spoon. Just like waiting for water to boil.Irene asked me where his 'Dada' was every morning.Then I realized the fatherly bond they had started to create without even realizing it. "In Singpore," I said to him the first time. He couldn’t quite get the 'P' in Singapore right. The way he pronounced it sounded like a familiar candy I knew. "He’ll bring you back a present," I said."A robot dinosaur. With laser eyes.""Of course."We both knew Ethan wasn’t shopping for toys. He was knee-deep in damage control, back in boardrooms that smelled like sweat and ego.Wearing suits that made him look like a man I used to only see in headlines. In Forbes. On stage.I didn’t like those rooms. Not because they scared me.But because they tried to take the softness out of him. Make him into so
—Sophia’s POVI came out of the bathroom to the smell of burnt toast.Not the type that sounded poetic, Not the metaphoric kind either. It was an actual, ruined, blackened toast in our kitchen. "Oh my goodness! No, no, no..." I rushed down to the kitchen, and I realized it was because Ethan forgot to check the damn timer.I walked in with my hair half wet, a towel still wrapped around me, and saw him waving a dish towel like he was fighting off a demon."You okay?"He looked over, sheepish. Embarrassed. A little sweaty."Breakfast was gonna be a surprise."I looked at the charred bread. The eggs half-done in the pan. Irene sitting on the floor with a spoon and a box of dry cereal, grinning like this was the best morning of his life."It still is yunno." I said cracking up, and gesturing my hands to the 'Breakfast surprise' Ethan pulled me close with one arm, my towel almost slipped off, but I caught it immediately. He kissed my cheek. He literally smelled like smoke and sleep."You
—Ethan’s POVSome ghosts don’t rattle chains.Some just show up in nice clothes and high heels and say your name like they never wrecked your life.Ivory.Yeah.She came back.I was standing in the middle of the office, third meeting of the day behind me, tie half-loosened, eyes on a file I wasn’t really reading, when she walked in."Ethan."And it wasn’t the name that cut.It was the voice. That slow, honey-laced thing she used when she wanted something. Used to twist it around apologies. And secrets.I looked up. And damn if she didn’t look like she hadn’t aged a day. Red lipstick. Black heels. Confidence that slithered into the room before she even spoke.I stood up slower than I should’ve. Because the past has weight, and my spine remembered all of it."Ivory."She smiled. Like nothing happened. Like she hadn’t ghosted when the whole world cracked. Like she hadn’t left me standing in fire and acted like she couldn’t smell the smoke."Can we talk?"I crossed my arms. "About?""Us."
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