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Serena’s pov
The soft hum of the Bentley filled the silence as we drove away from the hospital.
I rested my hand on my stomach and smiled to myself again.
The baby had been active throughout the appointment. Even the doctor laughed when the little kicks refused to stop during the scan.
“Your baby is very strong already,” the doctor had said with a smile and ever since then, Damian had not stopped grinning.
I turned slightly to look at my husband beside me. His expensive black suit still looked perfect even after spending half the day at the hospital with me.
He caught me staring.
“What?” he asked softly.
I shook my head with a small laugh. “Nothing.”
“You’re smiling at me.”
“You’re smiling too.”
“That’s because my wife is carrying my child.”
Warmth spread across my cheeks immediately.
Even after months of marriage, Damian still affected me in ways I could not explain.
He reached for my hand and kissed the back of it slowly. “You looked beautiful in there today.”
I laughed quietly. “Really? I have been looking very tired lately.”
“Yes. You are glowing, baby.”
I rolled my eyes softly, but my heart still skipped.
At the beginning of this marriage, I never imagined moments like this would exist between us.
When I married him, people whispered behind my back. They said I was only a replacement for the woman he truly loved. Even I believed it sometimes.
Especially during the first few months when Damian stayed distant then, but things had changed slowly after I got pregnant.
He became softer with me, protective and more attentive.
Sometimes I caught him staring at me whenever I wasn’t looking, and every single time, my heart betrayed me.
Because I loved him now.
The car slowed at a traffic light, and Damian glanced down at my stomach again.
“Did you see how hard the baby kicked?” he asked proudly.
I smiled. “Very hard.”
He leaned closer. “That’s because our child already knows how powerful the Cole family is.”
I burst into laughter. “You’re impossible.”
He smirked and kept rubbing circles over my fingers.
“I want to buy more clothes for the baby,” he suddenly said.
I blinked. “More?”
“We barely bought anything yet.”
“We already filled one entire room.”
“And it’s not enough.”
I shook my head, smiling. “You’re becoming obsessed.”
“I am obsessed.”
The way he said it made my stomach flutter.
His phone buzzed suddenly inside his pocket, but he ignored it without even checking.
That surprised me.
Work usually came first for Damian. Billion-dollar meetings, investors, calls from different countries. His world never stopped moving but today, he had turned everything off for me.
For us.
“I’m a little tired,” I admitted quietly.
His expression softened immediately. “Then we can go home.”
I looked at him for a moment before shaking my head. “No. Let’s shop a little.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded.
Truthfully, I wanted this day to continue.
I wanted to stay inside this happiness bubble a little longer.
He smiled instantly. “Good.”
The Bentley pulled into the underground parking garage of Cole Grand Mall twenty minutes later.
The luxury shopping center belonged to Damian’s company, which meant employees straightened the second they saw him walking in.
“Mr. Cole.”
“Good afternoon, sir.”
“Welcome back, Mr. Cole.”
He barely acknowledged any of them. His hand stayed firmly against my lower back as we walked slowly through the shining marble floors.
“You’re treating me like glass,” I teased.
“You’re carrying my child, Serena.” He deadpanned.
I looked away quickly before he noticed my face turning red again.
We entered one of the luxury baby stores on the top floor. Soft music played quietly through hidden speakers while expensive baby items lined the shelves.
Tiny shoes.
Designer blankets.
Mini suits.
Small dresses.
Everything looked adorable.
Damian immediately picked up a tiny black baby tuxedo.
“This one.”
I stared at him. “The baby is not going to attend a business meeting.”
“You don’t know that.” He shrugged.
I laughed again.
God.
I had never seen him like this before. So relaxed and happy.
A sales assistant quickly approached us with a bright smile. “Good afternoon, Mr and Mrs Cole.”
Damian nodded once before turning back toward me.
“What about this one?” I asked, holding up a soft cream-colored baby outfit.
He looked at it carefully before smiling. “Cute. The baby would look beautiful in that.”
The words warmed my chest instantly.
Our child.
I carefully placed the outfit inside the shopping basket while Damian continued walking beside me.
Everything felt perfect.
I found myself smiling every few seconds like a fool.
Maybe this was what happiness truly felt like. Sometimes, I have this unknown fear that he is going to leave me but with this moment, I don’t think he will.
I picked up another small outfit and turned toward Damian excitedly. The onesie trembled in my hands when I ran my hands through it.
“Look at this one,” I said with a laugh. “Tell me our baby won’t look ridiculously cute and tiny in this.”
But Damian did not answer.
My smile faded slightly when I noticed his attention was no longer on me.
He stood completely still beside the display shelf, staring ahead at something across the store.
I followed his gaze, just to check what took his attention. That’s when I saw her.
She was tall, elegant and beautiful. Lilliana Laurent.
The woman people once called the love of Damian’s life and the woman who left him years ago.
For a second, my chest tightened but then I forced myself to relax and plastered a smile on my face.
It was fine.
We were fine.
Damian loved me now and things were different.
I looked down at my wedding ring and smiled faintly to myself.
We had built a life together. I had nothing to fear.
Lilliana turned slightly as if she finally noticed him too and just like that, the universe forgot about me.
Damien began walking straight towards her and u froze.
“Damian?” I called softly.
He did not stop.
At first, I thought maybe he simply wanted to greet her politely before returning to me.
But he kept walking faster to her.
“Damian,” I called again.
Still nothing.
Panic slowly crept into my chest as I shifted from leg to leg in the store.
His shoulder rammed into mine when he walked past me, hard.
The force sent me stumbling backward.
A frightened gasp escaped my lips as my balance disappeared completely.
“Oh my God!”
A sales assistant rushed forward and grabbed me before I could hit the floor.
“Ma’am!”
The shopping basket slipped from my fingers. Tiny baby clothes scattered across the polished floor.
My heart pounded violently and my hand immediately flew to my stomach.
“Damian,” I whispered shakily.
But my husband never looked back, neither did he stop to check on me.
I lifted my head slowly and froze.
Damian had already reached Lilliana and she was already in his arms.
Damien’s POVThe air inside Metropolitan Federal Detention Center was cold, damp, and smelled strongly of industrial bleach and rust. For forty-eight hours, I had sat on the narrow iron bunk of a six-by-eight concrete cell, staring at the small high window near the ceiling.My tailored Italian suits were gone, replaced by a rough, oversized grey jumpsuit. The custom leather dress shoes were gone, replaced by thin slip-ons. My wrists bore faint red marks from the steel handcuffs the federal marshals had clamped on me when I turned myself in at nine o'clock yesterday morning.Yet, for the first time in my life, the suffocating pressure in my chest was absent. The relentless noise of market reports, stock fluctuations, and board arguments had gone completely silent. In this dark, sterile box, I finally had to answer to no one except the memory of the woman I had broken.The heavy magnetic lock on the cell door buzzed loudly, and the heavy steel door slid open with a metallic screech."Co
Elena’s POVThe heavy mahogany doors closed behind me with a firm, echoing click, locking out the quiet hum of the federal marshals in the hallway.Margaret stood in the center of the vast, dusty drawing room, her hands shaking violently as she clutched a heavy velvet jewelry box to her chest. Her eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark, sunken shadows, and her expensive velvet robe was streaked with dirt and grey dust from dragging old trunks out of the attic."Get out of my house," Margaret spat, her voice trembling with an volatile mix of outrage and pure terror. "You have no legal authority to stand on these floors! This estate is protected under the Cole family trust! My attorneys will have you arrested for trespassing before the afternoon is over!""Your family trust was dissolved at eight o'clock this morning by executive order of the federal bankruptcy court, Margaret," I said smoothly, taking three deliberate steps forward. My heels clicked against the polished parquet floor
Elena’s POVThe news cycle was relentless.By six o'clock on Friday morning, every major financial network, global print outlet, and social media feed was running the exact same front-page headline in bold, black lettering: THE FALL OF COLE ENTERPRISE.Images of Damien’s signed confession, leaked from the federal prosecutor’s office, flashed across the wall-mounted monitors in the private war room of Alistair Vance’s coastal estate. Analysts discussed the immediate collapse of the market, the emergency receivership seizing Cole Tower, and the shocking downfall of the thirty-two-year-old multi-billionaire who had once ruled the city with an iron fist.I sat at the long teak conference table, wearing a crisp tailored grey suit, holding a hot cup of black tea in my hands. I watched the television screens in total silence. My pulse didn't race, and my chest didn't tighten. The girl who had wept in the dark servant room, terrified of Damien's shadow, was dead and buried."You did it, Elena
Elena’s POVI sat behind my teak desk, staring blindly at the glowing tablet screen in front of me. The morning financial reports were already rolling in: Cole Enterprises had entered emergency corporate receivership. News outlets worldwide were running front-page headlines detailing the total, shocking financial collapse of Damien Cole's empire following his erratic, fatal overbid at the Continental auction.A quiet chime sounded from the security console on my desk.I tapped the screen, bringing up the live security feed from the perimeter gates down at the coastal highway. Through the driving rain and thick fog, a single figure was walking up the long, winding driveway on foot.It was Damien.He didn't have an umbrella, an escort, or an armored car. His suit jacket was gone, his white shirt was soaked through and plastered to his skin, and he was walking barefoot across the freezing gravel driveway, having dragged himself five miles from the main road in the middle of the night."M
Damien’s POVThe air inside the subterranean auction room at the Grand Continental was thick with cigar smoke, heavy cologne, and the silent, ruthless stench of desperate money. This was not a public charity gala. This was an exclusive, off-the-record bidding war for the primary shipping concessions of the Northern Atlantic maritime corridor—a vital, multi-billion-dollar trade artery.If Cole Enterprises lost this auction, our remaining European supply lines would completely collapse by the end of the month. Bankruptcies would follow within weeks.I sat alone in the front row of the velvet-draped theater, staring at the digital auction board above the stage. I wore a plain black suit, my tie loosened, my hollow eyes dark and sunken. I hadn't slept in three days. My hands rested in my lap, unmoving, cold, and heavy as lead."Mr. Cole," Arthur, my chief advisor, whispered frantically from the seat behind me, leaning in so close his voice rattled against my ear. "We have tapped our absol
Elena’s POVThe heavy rain pounded relentlessly against the concrete floor of the underground valet garage, casting long, dark shadows beneath the flickering overhead fluorescent lights. The sharp scent of damp earth, exhaust fumes, and cold cement hung thick in the stagnant air. I stepped out of the private executive elevator flanked by two Vance Global security guards, holding a dark leather portfolio tightly beneath my arm. We had just finalized the legal acquisition of another key urban real estate tract from Cole Enterprises, systematically severing yet another major revenue stream from Damien's rapidly shrinking domain.As we crossed the wide bay toward the waiting armored sedan, a sudden, ragged scream shattered the quiet hum of the garage."You dirty, scheming little rat!"A disheveled figure scrambled out from behind a massive concrete support pillar, lunging wildly toward me with frantic, uncoordinated strides. She was virtually unrecognizable at first glance—her filthy desi
Serena’s povI cried myself to sleep that night.I sat alone in the huge bedroom while my messages kept failing one after another.Every failed message felt like another slap to my face.My husband blocked me like I was some stranger bothering him.At some point, I stopped texting.I just sat there
Serena’s povThings felt different after the dinner with Liliana.I noticed how Damian became quieter around me afterward.He still kissed my forehead before leaving for work every morning.He still asked if I had eaten.He still made sure the drivers moved carefully whenever I sat inside the car.
Serena’s povI barely slept that night.I stayed awake in the large bed alone while the clock beside me kept moving slowly but Damien never came back.Every sound outside made my heart jump for nothing.I stared at the empty side of the bed and kept thinking about Liliana and the way he left me beh
Serena’s povI sat there frozen while Damian held another woman in his arms.The sales assistant still had one hand around me to steady me, but I barely felt it.Everything around me sounded distant because I could only see my husband. I could only see my husband.Damian’s head was lowered slightl







