LOGIN“Did I hear you say you want to falsely accuse my husband of rape?” Daniella’s face twisted for a split second before she recovered with a scoff. “You told your wife? What kind of man are you? Are you the wife and she the husband?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Shut up.” “I mean, you brought her here to assault me, isn’t it? You want me to call the cops and tell them a Black woman is attacking me in my own house? You two want to silence me because I’m exposing your rapist ass?” Charlotte sighed. “And I thought you were a nice, pretty doctor when I delivered Alicia. I know my husband is attractive enough to make anyone lose their mind, but come on—he has *me* as his wife. You really think you can measure up to this?” “What… overweight?” Before I could reply, Charlotte’s voice came. “Overweight?” she repeated softly, almost amused. “Darling, this body built the family you’re so desperately trying to steal pieces of. It carried our children and it still makes my husband lo
LEO’S POVThe next morning.I waited impatiently in the lounge of Daniella’s apartment, tension coiling in my shoulders. Soon, her footsteps descended the staircase. I looked up and saw her in white lingerie. I immediately looked away, cursing under my breath. She walked toward me with a sway in her hips. “I thought I was tripping when I saw your call,” she purred. “Aww… how did you know today is my fertile day? Exactly a month since you were moaning while I rode you like a cowgirl. Unfortunately, the home kit test came out negative… so we have more work to do. And this time, we’ll make beautiful babies you can actually be proud to show off to your fans.” This is exhausting and childish. “Aren’t you tired of this game, Daniella? It’s been a month. First you drugged me and raped me—” She gasped dramatically. “How can I rape you? You’re a man and I’m a fragile woman. Besides, you’re in love with me.” “I am not in love with you. Never have been. I have a wife. And did you skip th
“I have no other woman,” he replied. I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Then what is it, Leo?” I snapped. “Because I’m not stupid.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a step back, avoiding my eyes. That small movement twisted something sharp in my stomach. Leo never avoided my gaze. Never. “Charlotte…” He swallowed. “Just… listen to me. Please.” “Then talk. I am listening to hear your excuses because I’m this close—” I held my fingers an inch apart, “—to walking out that door and not coming back.” His face went pale and his eyes widened, the green in them darkening. “You were planning to leave?” “Yes. This was supposed to be the last meal I cook in this house.” My voice shook, but I didn’t stop. “You think I’ll stay and watch you give what’s mine to someone else? No. I’ll walk away with what’s left of me and wish you luck with your new woman, because I refuse to compete with—” “You’re not competing with anyone!” he snapped, frustration breaking through. We bo
After Emma left, Leo took the kids to their room while I stayed in the kitchen to make dinner. The dream from last night kept replaying in my head like a cruel loop. My chest felt tight, as if someone had wrapped a fist around my heart and was slowly squeezing. I paused, the knife hovering over the chopping board. The thought of Leo loving someone else was unbearable. I should leave. The words settled heavily in my mind, no longer just a thought but a decision waiting to be made. So this is what they meant when they said marriage wasn’t a bed of roses. Am I really about to become one of those women, smiling outside, breaking inside over secrets she could feel but not prove? Am I really about to join the long line of wives tormented by their husband's secret affair? Tears blurred my vision. I blinked them back hard. It hurt. No matter how strong I tried to be, it hurts so deep in my chest and refused to move. There's nothing worse than being loved so completely… only
"Charlotte... Babe? Charlotte?"I gasped and opened my eyes.Leo was standing in front of me, holding Alicia beside the bed, his hand on my shoulder.He gave me a tired smile when our eyes met."You are awake... The baby has been crying for a while. Thank goddess I was able to get her to sleep. I decided to wake you because you look like you are having a bad dream".He said in a whisper.I didn't say anything to him. I stood up and walked straight to the bathroom.I shut the door, holding my chest and trying not to cry.That dream felt too real.Watching him pleasure another woman might be a dream... but him acting different was real. I had been playing clueless for over a month now, and this type of dream kept bothering me.Especially the time he came home smelling like that doctor."Babe...? Charlotte... Honey...Are you okay?"His voice came from outside the bathroom, but I didn't reply.After washing my face with water, I came out of the bathroom and carried the baby from him to
I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise. I stepped out of the car. "Please take care of Alecia. I will be quick." I told her and walked towards the company's building. The moment I entered the lobby, the security guard saluted me stiffly. A few workers nearby froze, then began whispering among themselves. The murmurs spread like wildfire. That wasn't really the welcome I expected. I wondered why they were looking at me like I was the other woman. Like I wasn't supposed to be at the company? They were present at our wedding, so... what was with the attitude? Louis, Leo's personal assistant was informed about my arrival. She came out of her office and rushed toward me with an awkward smile. “Oh! Ma’am… what a surprise. You… you came in person.” She looked tense. “Yeah... I came to see my husband. Where is he? Is he in the office?” I asked calmly. “The boss is currently in a very important meeting and—” “Louis,” I cut in, holding her gaze.
LOCATION: MIAMI The drive to the Paradise Camp felt like hours, even though it wasn’t. Because we rode in a freaking Limousine! “Funny, isn’t it?” Olive muttered, her eyes flicking to the sleek limo we had arrived in. “Your so-called fan gave you a private jet and now a freaking limousine, to t
When we finally finished shopping, we headed to the exit. Emma strutted ahead, her heels clicking against the polished tiles like a runway model with the brand-new sunglasses she just got from the fashion perched on her nose.She had bought so much that two mall attendants had to trail behind her,
Emma and her friend gawked like statues carved out of disbelief. Was he—was he going to ask me to dance? Oh, thank you anonymous good Samaritan for the bikini. And also thanks to Olive for the styling. I am certain this look did something to enhance my beauty. How many years had it been? A man
Her giggles finally died down, and I found myself staring at her—messy curly hair, flushed cheeks, brown eyes glowing even in her drunken haze. The words slipped out before I could stop them. “You are really pretty, Charlotte. You make my world brighter. You said I’m like your guardian angel. I







