LAUREN’S POV
Pregnant. That word rang in my ears over and over again like a siren. My brain heard it, but my heart… my heart refused to believe it. I turned slowly, like my whole body had forgotten how to move. My eyes landed on Ethan. He wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the floor like a boy caught stealing. My lips parted, and my voice came out so weak, I barely recognized it. “Ethan… is it true?” I prayed – God, I actually prayed in that second that he would look up and say no. That Sofia was just playing a sick joke. That it was a lie. That he didn’t do this to me. To us. To our daughter. But he didn’t even lift his head. He didn’t say a single word. His jaw clenched, his eyes flicked to the side like a coward, and in that second… I knew. He didn’t have to say anything. His silence hit harder than a slap. It was true. She wasn’t lying. Sofia was actually pregnant with his child. And I...his wife was standing there like a fool. Like a leftover. Something inside me cracked. I could feel it. It started small, like a pinch in my chest, then it spread like fire across my whole body. My stomach twisted. My throat tightened. My legs felt weak. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just… broke quietly. In a daze, I turned around and walked out of his office. I didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t wait for an explanation. I didn’t even look back. Each step felt like dragging cement. My heels tapped against the marble floor, too loud in the silence. The hallway spun a little, but I didn’t slow down. I needed to get out. I needed to breathe. “Ma’am?” Ethan’s secretary stood up as I passed by. Her face looked worried. She probably saw everything. I could see it in her eyes. Pity. “Are you alright?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My voice had gone missing. I kept walking, fast, like maybe if I moved fast enough, none of this would be real. I reached the elevator and pressed the button with a shaking hand. But after a second, I stepped away. I couldn’t just stand there. I couldn’t be still. I felt like I was going to explode. Without thinking, I turned and pushed open the stairwell door. One step. Then another. I gripped the railing like it was the only thing holding me up. Down. Down. Just keep going down. I burst through the exit door and into the sunlight. The bright light hit me like a slap. I blinked hard, trying to adjust, but the world kept spinning. I reached into my bag for my car keys. My hands were shaking so much I dropped them. “No, no, no…” I whispered to myself as I knelt down and picked them up. I stood there for a second. My car was just a few steps away, but I couldn’t move. My chest was too tight. My breathing too shallow. My body frozen. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t even stand up straight. So I walked. I didn’t know where I was going. I just turned and walked away from the building. Away from Ethan. Away from the woman carrying his child. Away from the life I thought I had. People passed me on the street. Cars honked. I didn’t see their faces. Didn’t hear their voices. Everything was muffled and distant. I kept walking. Her voice kept echoing in my head. “I’m pregnant.” And him… the man who swore he’d love me forever. The man I gave up my whole career for, picking up extra shifts so he could build the company he dreamed of – Black Enterprise. The same man who kissed my belly when I was pregnant with Elena and whispered, “You’re my home.” He said nothing. Not even I’m sorry. Not even a lie to hold onto. Just silence. My feet hurt. My heels rubbed raw against my skin. My blouse clung to my back with sweat. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Because if I stopped, I’d have to think. And if I thought, I’d have to feel. And if I felt… I’d fall apart. I reached a corner and leaned against a lamppost. My hand gripped the cold metal, trying to stay upright. The world tilted. My knees buckled a little. I blinked fast. Everything was spinning. My heart pounded in my ears. My stomach turned. I swallowed hard, but it didn’t help. Then everything went black. I don’t remember falling. Just that my body gave up. Gave in. But I didn’t hit the ground. Someone caught me. Strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me gently. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re alright.” The voice was deep. My head rested against a chest. I could feel the warmth through his shirt. I wanted to ask who he was. I wanted to see his face. But I couldn’t open my eyes. I was so tired. “Stay with me,” he said softly. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn’t move. Everything felt heavy. My arms. My legs. Even my tears were stuck. He carried me. I didn’t know where. I didn’t care. I let myself go. All I remember is the way he held me – like I still mattered. Like I wasn’t just someone left behind.ETHAN'S POVSophia’s face carried a mixture of innocence and irritation now, as if I’d accused her of some petty treachery. “We agreed on this,” she insisted softly. “I thought you knew.” There was the smallest tremble in her voice, maybe embarrassment, maybe guilt. The thing about alliances is that they require calibration. Sophia and I had been on the same page until this very second. Now the margins have shifted.I considered my options. Backtrack and pretend I’d misspoken? That would look weak. Tell them the truth about my intentions with Cassandra and risk the entire stratagem? That would be reckless. Pivot to another lie, an elegant half-truth that closed the gap without exposing my map? That was tempting. Manipulation is an art; timing is the brush. But whatever I chose had to be delivered with the sort of calm that suggested absolute control. No tremors, no flaring nostrils, no heat in my hands.The most dangerous part of being a man who engineers other people’s lives is that
ETHAN'S POVIs she some kind of clown? When Sophia had been telling me about all their discussions I thought she was a smart person — the one who had approached Sophia with the whole idea of bringing down Lauren. That made sense. Strategy. Initiative. A woman who could smell opportunity and pounce. So why, then, would she even think I would want to hand her a position like that?I’m still a businessman. Businessmen need proof. Proof that you’re good at what you do. Proof that you will deliver results, that you can cut through politics and ego, and actually bring value to the bottom line. Paychecks aren’t charity; they’re investments. Investors want returns, not promises. They want numbers, not whining. When it comes to Cassandra, I don’t see proof. All I see is failure wrapped in excuses. If she was as competent as she claims, she would have gotten the role she says Lauren stole from her. She would be the one sitting in some corner office now, barking orders, closing deals. But she i
CASSANDRA'S POV She opened the front door, and I stepped inside, my heels clicking softly against the floor. The moment I entered everything about the house screamed wealth. The lights above, the wide staircase that spiraled upward like something out of a movie. A maid hurried over immediately, bowing slightly as she reached out to take our bags. I didn’t even try to hide the smirk forming on my face. She was small, timid-looking, her hair neatly tied into a bun. She probably thought she was being polite, but to me, it felt like power — my power, for once. I’ve always been the one taking bags, fetching coffee, arranging other people’s things. Always the one standing on the other side of wealth, watching people like this maid serve women like Lauren, the ones who always had everything. But now? Now I was the one handing my bag over. And it felt good. No, it felt right. “Just have a seat there,” Sophia said, motioning toward the couch. Her tone was casual, but confident like sh
CASSANDRA'S POV “Wait,” I said, blinking a few times, unsure if I’d heard her correctly. “Did I hear you right, or have I just been standing in the sun for too long?” Sofia chuckled softly, crossing one leg over the other. “You heard me right. I just got off the phone with him, as you know, and he wants to speak with you. It’s important.” Her tone was calm, confident as if this was a perfectly normal thing. But my body froze for a moment, my mind immediately racing. I stared at her face, trying to read something, anything in her expression that would tell me if she was joking or if this was some kind of trap. Important? What could be so important that her husband wanted to talk to me? I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or worried. Sofia and I had become close enough to call ourselves friends, maybe even allies, but even allies had limits. We shared information, planned things together, gossiped over coffee but we’d never crossed certain lines. I hadn’t been to her house befo
CASSANDRA'S POV I got down from my Uber, the sound of the car door clicking shut echoing faintly behind me. I paid the driver through the app, slipping my phone back into my purse as the vehicle pulled away into traffic. A gust of warm evening air brushed against my face, carrying the faint scent of roasted coffee beans from the café ahead.For a moment, I just stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the building in front of me. The café looked far too rich for my standards — sleek glass walls, polished wooden panels, and golden lettering that screamed luxury. Even the people stepping in and out looked like they belonged to a different world — suits, pearls, perfume worth more than my entire paycheck.On my own, I could never afford to come here. I would’ve felt completely out of place if I were just wandering in by myself. But I wasn’t coming here alone today. Sofia had invited me yesterday, and against my usual judgment, I’d agreed.Ever since we started talking after the company a
ROMAN'S POV“Why don’t we head back to the living room,” Lauren said finally, breaking the silence that had been hanging between us Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, grounding me for a moment. I gave a small nod and motioned for her to go ahead, but Aria was the first to move, her feet pattering lightly against the floor as she walked ahead of us. Lauren followed right behind her, and I took up the rear, my gaze flicking between them. Watching them walk together like that, it stirred something inside me that I couldn’t quite put into words.When we entered the living room, the sound of loud laughter immediately filled the space. Tessa’s voice carried through the air, light and carefree, as though she didn’t realize or care that half the house could hear her. She was on a call, talking animatedly and laughing like she was in a private comedy show. Then, right on cue, my phone buzzed again in my pocket.I let out a quiet sigh. It was like the universe had decided to test how muc