The uncomfortable sound in her stomach,woke Jane from her sleep.
She dashed into the bathroom and continued vomiting . ”why won’t this stop !why,”jane mutters feeling weak and tired “Wait a minute,I haven’t seen my period,oh my God what’s happening “? Jane hurriedly took the pregnancy kit she always had in her bathroom and did a quick check ,hoping it is not what she is thinking. “Oh my God is positive,Jane you are pregnant,you are going to be a mom “jane stirred at the mirror,rubbing her stomach “ Wait a minute!How do I tell my dad that I am pregnant,he is going to kill me but then again Chris will really be happy to be a dad and that’s all that matters,there’s nothing dad can do about it .” “finally we’re going to be a family “Jane continues rubbing her stomach,”I can’t wait to share this exciting news with Chris”. Beep. Beep.Beep. Jane picked looking at the time is just 8pm and was wondering would be calling her by this time of the night. Right there,Jane received a video call from her step sister Karen immediately picked up the call. Closely after that, Karen’s proud chuckle could be heard over the phone. "Dear Big Sister, did you really believe what Chris has said about being busy? "What do you mean?" Jane looked confused. Karen was barely wearing any clothes in the video call. She seemed annoyed, and her laughter was getting louder. "Haha! You deserve to be cheated on for being so dumb. This is my gift to you. Keep your eyes wide open and have a good look, you sister!." After approximately two minutes later, Jane saw an intimate scene between Karen and Chris . The video's background showed that they lodged in the same hotel that Chris had taken Jane on their 8yrs dating anniversary. Therefore, when he said he was going to visit a friend today, he meant he was busy fooling around with Jane’s younger stepsister. Jane had been in love with Chris, She had loved this man for nearly 8 years now. He was even the man that took away her virginity. Jane had nearly given everything she had to Chris. As such, she always thought that he would never betray her. "Chris , have you ever done this with Jane ?" Karen looked at the camera provocatively. "Don't disgust me. I feel like puking at the sight of that fat ,ugly woman. Do you even think that's even enjoyable as this ?" Chris said while he kissed Karen. The man seemed so engrossed in the moment of intimacy that he did not notice the camera. Jane felt as if her heart was being carved at with a knife as each dirty scene unfolded before her one after another. It felt painful even to breathe. When Jane lifted her head, her gaze landed upon herself in the dressing mirror. It showed her reflection without any form of concealment. Her body was full of fat, and she had freckles all over her face. She was no longer the beautiful woman as she once was. Was she not a fat woman, after all? However, Chris once said that she had only become like this because of him and that he would never dislike her. Filled with rage, she immediately board a cab to go meet Chris at hotel,she needed to confirm things with her own eyes. When the couple on the couch saw her, they were stunned. "Why are you here? Chris asked calmly. He seemed a little surprised. After a moment, he calmly got up and slowly put on a bathrobe before walking up to Jane. "Since you've seen us, I'll just come clean. “Jane let's break up. I've fallen in love with your little sister." His words pierced through her heart like a knife. Karen snorted coldly before quickly putting on Chris' shirt. She then hugged her arm in a rampant manner. "To be honest,Chris has been sick of you a long time ago.He just never knew how to say it to you." Karen face was full of despise. Karen’s words like a cold poured over her head. Jane immediately came to her senses. Jane should have already known this was true. Ever since she turned hideous, chris had started treating her differently. All along, she had foolishly convinced herself that he was too busy with law school to care about their relationship. "Yes. Even if you didn't walk in on us, I have already planned to clear things up with you tomorrow. Jane you don't deserve me! "Even my family wants me to get rid of you. Therefore, let's end this on peaceful terms. "My family would like you to take up the responsibility for the sake of the love we once had for each other. “Tell everyone that knows together that we’re no longer together His words repeatedly pierced through her heart like a knife. Back then, his mother was in dire need of a kidney transplant Since Jane loved Chris , she did not hesitate to donate her kidney to his mother. After that, his mother had fully recovered, but Jane’s condition worsened. The surgery resulted in severe side effects on her body. She began to grow fat rapidly. Freckles developed all over her face. From being a beautiful woman to a fat ugly lady . Jane couldn’t go to college because she was using her savings to pay for Chris’s tuition f*e in law school,in hopes that when things gets better for him ,she too will be successful. Tears of pain and regrets gushed down her face.”I should have known,how come I didn’t see this coming “?jane wailed.. “What then becomes of me,how do I go on,who do I turn to ?how am I going to face the world ?”jane placed her hands on her stomach,weeping profusely. “What about our baby Chris?,chris we are expecting a child,how could you do this to me Chris!!! “Jane screamed,her breath almost seizing …Jane hadn’t slept much the night before. Mr. Whitmore’s words played like an endless loop in her mind, each one a reminder of the impossible choice he had set before her. She had tossed and turned, her chest tight with dread. By morning, her eyes felt heavy, and she expected another cold, distant day with Greg where she could at least keep her walls intact.But instead, she was met with the smell of fresh coffee and warm butter.“Good morning, beautiful,” Greg’s voice came, deep and smooth, as she stepped into the kitchen. He was standing by the counter, sleeves rolled up, setting down plates. “I made you breakfast.”Jane blinked, taken aback. She tried to summon her usual composure, but the gesture caught her off guard. “Thank you so much, Greg.”“Hey, don’t mention it,” he said lightly, though there was a softness in his tone she wasn’t used to. His eyes studied her face. “But… I noticed you weren’t okay last night. You looked troubled. Hope everything is fine, huh? You can tell me
Over the table at a quiet bistro, Xander ordered something light and non pretentious; June declined wine and took water, her hands steady though her heart thudded hard beneath her ribs. They spoke cautiously at first patchwork conversation about nothing and everything: Valerie’s favorite cartoons, the absurdities of hospital food, the tiny miracle of a lemon tart that could brighten the gloomiest day. Laughter came, not easy at first, but honest, and the sound felt like a small, illicit blessing.Xander watched June with a hunger that was both humble and aching. He wanted this dinner to be remembered, not as a last supper of sorts, but as proof that tenderness could exist even after betrayal. He kept the bouquet’s stems in water at his feet, the petals brushing against his shoe, a simple, living reminder of what he was fighting for.June watched him too her gaze softer than it had been in months, threaded with worry she could not mask. Sometimes she caught him staring, and in those
The long, winding driveway leading to the Whitmore estate felt colder than usual that evening, though the sky remained clear. Jane’s fingers were tense on the steering wheel, her heart pulsing with questions. The message had been simple and discreet: “Come alone. Do not tell Greg. – G.W.”She had obeyed without knowing why.Now, standing in front of the towering oak doors, she felt an odd chill wash over her, as though she was about to enter something far deeper than just a conversation.The butler led her through the grand halls in silence, stopping before the study. “He’s waiting for you inside.”She pushed the door open.The room was dark, save for the faint orange glow of a fireplace flickering low in the corner. A single lamp illuminated the large desk near the window, and behind it, seated like a king on his throne, was Gregory Whitmore Sr., the patriarch of the Whitmore legacy.A glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him, and a thin line of smoke curled from the cigarette betwe
The silence in the penthouse had stretched for days. Jane moved through the luxurious space like a ghost, feeling its vastness echo the new emptiness growing between her and Greg. Since their last argument, he'd kept his distance — polite, civil, but colder than she had ever seen him. He was no longer the confident, smooth-talking man who teased her at dinner parties and watched her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. He was now... silent. Distant.And she hated it.The chill wasn’t just in the room — it was under her skin.Jane stood at the edge of the study doorway that evening, watching Greg as he leaned over a set of financial documents. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly disheveled, a glass of untouched scotch sitting beside him. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too buried in whatever business emergency his grandfather had stirred up this time.She cleared her throat softly. “Greg.”He looked up. His expression shifted when he saw her, a flash of something — surprise, maybe
The fireplace crackled quietly in the background as Greg paced across the living room of the penthouse, the dim golden lights casting long shadows on the polished wood floors. His mind had been at war for days, trying to convince himself it was too soon… or too absurd… or too much.But he couldn’t avoid it anymore.He had to talk to Jane.She was curled up on the oversized sofa, wearing a soft ivory robe, her legs tucked under her as she flipped absentmindedly through a fashion magazine. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder in loose waves, and there was something about the domestic calmness of the scene that made Greg hesitate.She looked peaceful. Untouched by the chaos that brewed in his chest.But the words burned on his tongue."Jane," he said finally.She looked up, eyes curious. “Hmm?”“We need to talk.”Her body stiffened slightly, a telltale sign she’d learned not to show fear unless it was necessary. She set the magazine down and straightened. “Alright… talk.”Greg walk
The antique grandfather clock ticked heavily in the quiet of the study, its steady rhythm matching the tension thickening in the air.Greg sat stiffly across from his grandfather, the formidable Theodore Hamilton, the patriarch of the Hamilton empire. The elder man was a picture of aged nobility silver hair immaculately combed back, piercing gray eyes that didn’t miss a thing, and a cane resting beside his chair more for intimidation than support.The study was Greg’s least favorite room in the estate all mahogany shelves, dusty oil paintings, and the lingering scent of old money and judgment.Theodore set down his brandy glass with a sharp clink and looked directly at his grandson.“I want a great-grandchild, Gregory.”Greg blinked, half certain he’d misheard. “I’m sorry… what?”Theodore leaned forward slightly. “You’re married now. Publicly, legally, and very convincingly. You’ve given me a charming daughter-in-law, and the press believes you’re on the path to stability. Good. But I