Caught his affair

Navie stood her hands holding her swollen belly. The air was heavy with the scent of lilies and the faint hum of people, paying their respects. Her mother’s casket rested before her, draped in pristine white, and her heart ached as if a part of her had been ripped away.

Reid stood beside her, hands clasped stiffly in front of him. He looked the part of a grieving husband but inside, every fiber of him resisted. He only come because her mother’s death would’ve made headlines if he didn't. Because the press would have given him a hard time. ,

”Reid Andros didn’t stand beside his grieving wife.”

He had a company to inherit, and his public image mattered a lot right now.

 He had never loved Navie. His father had forced this marriage upon him, he planned to make her bear his heir. That heir was the only thing he truly cared about; once he secured his father’s company, the divorce would follow.

His eyes, stormy and unreadable, flicked toward Navie as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. She looked fragile, broken but then he felt a pang of concern. He looked away instantly. 

She’s just carrying the heir. That’s all that matters. Not her feelings. Not her pain. She means nothing to me.

He shifted, uncomfortable with her sorrow, and thought of the business meeting he had in the next twenty minutes and the he would leave. Perfect.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of piercing eyes shooting daggers at him, he turned to see his father glaring at him. Reid looked away instantly, he already caught the message in the glare. 

He exhaled sharply, hesitant and slow, he put his arm around her, rubbing her arm in comfort.

Navie got taken aback with the gesture, it brought fresh tears to her eyes. Reid would never. His touch felt like a shelter in the blazing sun. She melted and laid her head on his chest. Instinctively, Reid relaxed and wrapped his other arm around her. Every doubt of his emotions left and he felt his guard go down involuntarily. Their moment cut short when Reid's phone rang.

His phone buzzed. He exhaled sharply and lifted the device to his ear. 

“Where are you?” Bianca demanded, her voice soft and lost. 

“I don’t know the way. You need to come get me.”

He gritted his teeth. Perfect. Just what I needed.

 “Fine. I’ll be there in five,” he replied, already plotting the fastest route. He had no intention of letting Navie know where he was going. But Navie already saw the caller ID and froze. Bianca’s name on the screen made her chest tighten. Her mind raced: Why is she calling Reid? What does she want? But then again, she tried to convince herself that Bianca is just her husband's friend. 

Minutes later, the funeral ended. People lingered to offer condolences, but Navie felt empty. Reid already gave a polite nod to her acquaintances and stepped away. He had not return since. 

Then came the message from Bianca. Navie’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced at it, her stomach twisting. “Come to the parking lot. We’re here.”

She went out of the cemetery, she gripped the railing of the building's steps as she made her way down. Her mind raced with possibilities, why was Bianca calling her to the parking lot and she said "we". 

We? Is she with Reid? 

Her feet froze at the edge of the driveway. Ahead, the scene awaited, something she could not yet comprehend. The sunlight glinted off the polished surfaces, casting sharp reflections across the asphalt.

But nothing could outshine the scene before her. She blinked, trying to process the world around her, every nerve screaming.

Her chest tightened. Her breath caught. And then, a sudden sense of impending disaster hit her. The kind that made the skin on her arms prickle and her stomach churn.

The next moments would change everything.

Navie stopped breathing.

For a moment, everything blurred, the faint chatter from the distance, even the ache in her chest, all of it melted into one crushing silence.

Bianca and Reid stood close. Too close. 

Bianca's hand curled behind his neck, drawing him down. His hand was on her waist. They kissed out there in the open without any shame. He didn’t see her. He didn’t even turn

He just left, slipping into his car and dove away. 

And Navie… she couldn’t move.

Her heart pounded, her vision dimmed, and a sharp pain tore through her abdomen. She clutched at her stomach, gasping.

No. Not now.

But the pain spread fast, waves of agony breaking through her body. Her knees buckled, and she staggered backwards. She whimpered and leaned painfully against a nearby car, her breath came out in sharp takes. Bianca rushed to her. 

“Oh dear,” Bianca said softly, crouching down. “You don’t look so good.”

Navie tried to speak, but the pain stole her breath. “Why…?”

Bianca tilted her head, her tone almost kind. “You shouldn’t have come so fast, Navie. Some things are better left unseen.”

A tear slipped down Navie’s cheek. “You—”

“Me?” Bianca smiled faintly. “I didn’t steal him. He just came back to where he belongs.”

Navie shook her head weakly, clutching her stomach tighter. “You’re lying…”

Bianca sighed, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt. “You really believed he would love?” Her voice lowered. 

“He told me himself. Reid doesn't love you and he never would.”, she spat, her words laced with venom. 

Navie’s breath hitched. Bianca turned two before her, darkness began to blur her vision. Her eyes closed as she lost consciousness. Bianca stood up and glared down at her. 

“You should’ve taken the car I sent that day,” Bianca added, eyes glinting. “At least that would have been faster than this.”

Bianca straightened, her smile calm and flawless. “Don’t worry. Reid won’t remember you for long.”

And then she turned, leaving Navie trembling on the cold asphalt, pain rolling through her body like fire.

“Navie! Are you okay? Are you okay?”, Bianca yelled, her face etched in worry. Then she burst into malicious laughter.