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The scent of antiseptic filled the small hospital room. Tessa’s hands trembled as the nurse smiled, holding the ultrasound report like a fragile promise.
All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Months of pills, hormone injections, and doctor visits had drained her both physically and emotionally. And now, maybe… a flicker of hope. Maybe, finally, a chance to give her fiancé what he wanted: a child. Their child. “Congratulations, Miss Quinn.” The nurse smiled. “You’re pregnant.” “Yes!” Tessa squealed. “I’m finally pregnant with Grayson’s baby!” A shaky breath escaped her lips and her eyes sparkled with hope. Finally. After all the heartache and desperation, she could give Grayson the baby he wanted so badly. The baby who would secure his place as heir to Thorne Industries, just like Grayson’s father’s will had demanded. This wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about survival. She clutched the report close, imagining Grayson’s smile, the relief flooding his face. This was their future, her future. Tessa grabbed her purse and jolted out of the hospital in a hurry, excited to share the news. The elevator dinged open to their high-rise apartment floor. Her heart raced as she fumbled with her keys. She stepped inside, expecting silence, peace, and maybe a smile from Grayson. Instead, laughter spilled from the living room. Grayson lounged on the velvet couch, an arm wrapped possessively around a woman Tessa knew too well — his secretary, Sofia. Tall, sleek, with an amused smirk curling her lips. “Grayson,” Tessa’s voice cracked like glass. “What’s happening?” He didn’t even look up. “You again. What are you doing here?” “What am I doing here?” Tessa snapped. “We live here, remember? The real question is what is she doing here?” “That’s none of your business, Tessa.” Grayson said coolly. “What do you want?” Tessa’s stomach twisted. The casual dismissal hit harder than any shout could have. She stepped forward, eyes locked on Sofia’s hand resting on Grayson’s thigh. Her eyes opened in realization. “You’ve been lying to me,” she said, voice trembling but steady. “How long? How long have you been screwing your secretary while I’ve been killing myself trying to give you the one thing you keep saying you need?” Grayson finally met her gaze, his expression flat. “You’re making a scene over nothing. Sofia understands me. She doesn’t drag me down with endless doctor visits and false hope.” The words landed like a slap. Tessa’s breath caught. Her fists clenched. “False hope? After everything I’ve put myself through? The pills, the appointments I dragged myself to even when I was shaking, the sleepless nights wondering if this would finally be our chance — and this is how you repay me? By calling me false hope?” Grayson shrugged, cold and unapologetic. “You’ve been nothing but a disappointment, Tessa. I don’t even think you can get pregnant.” The words hit her like ice water. “No,” she hissed, stepping closer, her voice low but fierce. “I’ve done everything. Every damn thing. How can you treat me like this?” Sofia chuckled, sharp and cruel. “Maybe you’re just not the right one, Tessa. Maybe I’m the one who can actually give Grayson what he wants.” Grayson smirked. “She’ll give me my heir,” he said, rubbing Sofia’s belly. “You’re nothing but a broken failure.” “How dare you speak to me like this?” Tessa snapped. Sofia stood, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t pretend you were ever enough for him.” Grayson laughed darkly. “You’re dried up, Tessa. You’ve been lying to me the whole time. You can’t bear my heir. No baby is coming. At least not from you.” Her hands balled into fists. “How dare you? I’ve done everything for us. For you.” He smirked. “And look where it got you. Get out of my sight. Just looking at you makes me sick.” Her voice grew sharper, fueled by anger and heartbreak. “You fucking bastard. How can you do this?” she demanded, dragging at his shirt. Before he could reply, the front door swung open. His mother — Eleanor — stepped in, regal and cold, her eyes like daggers aimed at Tessa. “Get your filthy hands off my son. How dare you question him for you not being able to carry his baby? You sterile piece of junk.” Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s not true.” Eleanor’s lips curled. “I’m not wrong. You’re weak, incapable of giving us what we need.” Sofia leaned in, her voice silky and cruel. “I will give Grayson the heir he deserves. You’re just a broken woman.” “Would you shut up, you home wrecker?” Tessa snapped, lunging at Sofia, rage blazing in her eyes. But Grayson caught her, shoving her backwards. Before she knew it, his hand flew across her face, giving her a burning slap. His mother’s eyes narrowed in approval and Sofia smirked. “Grayson. How dare you? How dare you hit me?” Tessa sniffed. “That’s enough, Tessa. I am done with you. Now get out of my house.” Tears blurred her vision as pain and humiliation washed over her. “Fine. I see who you truly are now. And I never want to have anything to do with you again. I hope this home-wrecker can give you babies.” “Yeah. Yeah. Get out!” He chuckled, brushing her off. Furious and broken, Tessa pulled the crumpled report from her purse. “You think you know everything? You don’t.” She tore it in two, the pieces fluttering in the air before she shoved them into his face. “See that? That’s the truth you refuse to accept.” Grayson sneered, wiping his cheek. “You’re delusional.” She spun away, her heart pounding, tears burning her eyes. The apartment door slammed shut behind her. “Silly girl,” his mother said as Tessa stormed out of the room. “What’s this nonsense now?” Eleanor bent down, her fingers brushing the torn pieces of paper scattered on the floor. Her eyes scanned the shattered report and widened in realization. “Grayson.” A slow, satisfied smile curled her lips. “What is it, Mom?” He turned to face her. “She’s pregnant,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “She really is pregnant.” Sofia narrowed her brows. Her knuckles turned white as Grayson grabbed the piece of paper from his mother’s hand. His eyes scanned the page. His heart thudded in his chest as he saw the pregnancy confirmation. “Go after her,” his mother scowled. “She’s carrying your heir — and that baby will change everything.”Roman pushed open the front door of Blackwood Mansion and stepped inside with Salima right behind him.For a moment, the house was unaware. Then Nandini looked up from the living room.Her eyes widened. “Roman!”She screamed his name and ran straight toward him, throwing her arms around him so hard he took a small step back.“Oh my God! You’re here!” she said, holding his shoulders and looking at his face like she needed to confirm it was real.“I’m here,” Roman said with a small breath.Alec appeared from the hallway, stopping abruptly when he saw him.For a second he just stared.“What the hell…” he muttered under his breath before walking over quickly and pulling Roman into a tight hug.“What happened?” Alec asked as he pulled back. “I thought they were transferring you.”Roman shrugged slightly.“They just told me I could go,” he said. “Apparently Eleanor’s lawyers backed down.”“Backed down? Why?” Roman shook his head. “I have no idea.”Alec frowned slightly but nodded. “Well… I
Roman pulled the car to a stop in the hospital parking lot. “Stay here, Mom,” he said as he reached for the door.Salima turned toward him immediately. “Roman, what are you doing?”“I’m here to see Grayson,” he answered, already pushing the door open.Salima grabbed his arm.“No, you won’t,” she said firmly. “You just got out of jail. And you’re still angry. The last thing you need is more trouble.”Roman paused and looked at her. “I’ll be fine, Mom. I want to talk to him.”She searched his face, still worried.“I promise,” he added quietly. “Trust me.”Salima hesitated. Then she nodded slowly. “Okay… don’t stay long.”Roman gave a small nod and stepped out of the car.Inside the hospital, the air smelled faintly of antiseptic.Roman walked straight to the reception desk.“I’m here for Grayson Thorne.”The nurse checked her computer, then pointed toward the elevator. “Upstairs. Room 314.”Roman nodded once and headed down the hall.He got into the elevator and pushed the button to Gra
“What? How’s this possible?” Eleanor asked, shocked. “What are you doing here?”Roman stood there — suit rumpled, jaw bruised, eyes blazing with quiet fury.His grip tightened around Eleanor’s wrist.“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” she growled, trying to pull free.“Don’t,” Roman said quietly.His voice was calm, but it carried a warning that made the room feel suddenly smaller.“Don’t you ever think you can lay a hand on my mother,” he continued, his eyes fixed on her. “Ever again.”For a moment, neither of them moved.Then Roman released her sharply.Eleanor jerked her arm back immediately, rubbing her wrist where his fingers had held it. Her eyes burned with fury as she stared at him.Salima still hadn’t moved.She stood there frozen, staring at Roman as if she wasn’t sure he was real.Roman turned to her.“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.Salima blinked, as if waking up from a dream.“Yes… I— I’m fine,” she said quickly. Her eyes scanned his face, lingering on the bruise on his
Salima sat at the head of the table, hands clasped tight.“How long until the lawyer gets here?” she asked for the sixth time in the past fifteen minutes.Victor glanced at his phone.“He said he’s on his way,” he replied calmly. “Traffic.”Salima exhaled slowly but didn’t relax.Across from her, Alec leaned back in his chair, staring down at the table.After some minutes, the front door opened somewhere down the hall.Footsteps approached quickly and a moment later the lawyer stepped into the dining room, loosening his tie.“Sorry I’m late,” Marcus said. “The courthouse held me longer than expected.”Salima leaned forward immediately. “Well?” she asked.The lawyer hesitated.Victor noticed it first. “What happened?”Marcus placed his briefcase on the table. “It’s not good news.”Alec straightened. “What kind of not good news?”“The judge denied the emergency review we requested tomorrow,” Marcus explained. “Roman’s next hearing stays where it is.”Salima frowned. “When is that?”Marc
Tessa walked slowly along the empty road, her arms wrapped around herself as if she could somehow hold the pieces of her heart together. Her steps were uneven, her heels scraping the pavement more than walking on it.Roman’s voice wouldn’t leave her head.“There is no “us.””Her throat tightened when she remembered.“Hate requires emotion. What I feel for you now… is nothing.”A sob escaped her before she could stop it.Her eyes were swollen, her vision blurred with tears she couldn’t seem to stop. She wiped at them with shaking hands, but more kept falling.“Before I come home, I want you out of my house.”Tessa stumbled slightly, gripping onto a streetlight. Her breathing came out in broken bursts as the memory of his cold eyes replayed again and again.She kept walking. She didn’t even know where she was going.Then a car pulled up slowly beside the road ahead of her, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The engine idled quietly.Tessa didn’t notice.The driver’s door sudd
The clang of a metal door echoed through the corridor.Roman looked up from where he sat on the bench. He had now removed his suit jacket; his shirt was untucked and his buttons loose, revealing his toned chest.Footsteps followed, slow and steady, and a guard appeared outside the bars a moment later.“Sir,” the guard said. “You have a visitor.”Roman frowned slightly. “Who is it?”The guard glanced down at the clipboard in his hand.“Mrs Blackwood.”Roman’s brow furrowed. “My mother?”The guard shook his head. “No, sir. Your wife.”Roman’s face went blank.The guard stepped aside and a second pair of footsteps approached, slower this time.Then Tessa appeared.She stopped a few feet from the bars, her hands clasped together as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Roman looked at her quietly. “What are you doing here?”Tessa shifted slightly under his gaze.“I just wanted to see how you were doing.”Roman didn’t respond.She hesitated, then add
Salima swallowed. “I’m not lying, Maa. And you’ll know that if you ever use a second to stop judging me.”“Judging you?” Gayatri said, confusion and hurt mingling in her voice. “I don’t judge you, Salima. I pity you.”“Because why?” Salima fired back, arms crossing tight. “I don’t fit into that ima
Salima stepped into her bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her with a soft thud.The house was silent, the kind of heavy quiet that pressed in after a long, draining night.She slipped off her earrings, setting them on the dresser, then reached for the zipper of her emerald blouse.A knock echo
Salima swallowed as the knock came again.She ended the call and sent a single text to Roman.“He called. I think he’s outside.”She set the phone down on the kitchen island and reached for the knife rack. Her fingers wrapped around the handle with practised calm. No shaking. No hesitation.She mov
Davin stared at the man in front of him, his gaze sweeping over his brown-skinned torso once again.“So… what’s the explanation for that?” Davin asked. “You’re as fresh as the day, yet I have a video of a knife going through you.”Arjun looked at him, his spine straightening.“I have no idea what y







