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2026-05-06 18:39:46Kara's POV.
"Kara? Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing in bed with me?" I heard my boss, Jeremy's voice as he grabbed my hand, turning me to face him. I was also stunned, unable to believe what I was witnessing. I was naked, on the bed with Jeremy who looked like he had seen a ghost. "I d..y..." I tried speaking, but only ended up saying gibberish as my head began hurting heavily; it felt like a hammer was being hit on my head. Probably, because I drank too much last night but how much did I drink, that I got crazy enough to have sex with an engaged man? I immediately tried to get off the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor as I tried to get dressed, only for the door to burst open, startling the both of us. Before I could blink, the press rushed in, flashing their cameras at us as I suddenly found it difficult to breathe, the air around turning suffocating. Who called them here? "Mr. Jeremy Devonte, is it true that you are cheating on your fiancée?" One of the reporters stepped forward to push a microphone onto his face. "But you engaged Model Brittany yesterday?" "Are you having a secret affair with your secretary or is she the main deal?" Jeremy sat frozen on the bed, unable to say a word as the reporters bombarded him with questions, with just a duvet covering his body on the bed. I had the opportunity to run out of the room since the press were all focused on him but I couldn't leave him behind, especially since this was my fault. I do have no idea how I got into bed with him, nor could I remember all that happened last night. I just knew that I was sad, my boss, the man I had a crush on and have always admired since high school when he saved me from bullies, was getting engaged. So after helping him organize a big preparation for his proposal, I went to the bar to get drunk and also ended up kissing a guy, whom I recognized as Xavier, so how come I was in bed with Jeremy? Even if I wanted to have a one-night stand with anyone, drunkily, it should be Xavier, the man that I remembered kissing, or did the alcohol mess with my head so much that I thought it was him? I then determined within myself to see Xavier after all this ruckus. "Please guys, you are mistaken. My boss isn't cheating on his fiancée." I interrupted the reporters by jumping in front of Jeremy who looked as pale as a sheet of paper. "Oh really? And why should we believe you? He is naked." One of them shoved the microphone in my face, almost hitting me with it. "That's because you are wrong. He got drunk out of too much happiness and I had to come over to help him get dressed. As you can see, I am fully dressed so if we were having an affair, wouldn't I be naked with him on the bed?" I half-yelled and immediately they all went calm, exchanging looks between themselves. Jeremy grabbed me by the arm, and I almost smiled, loving that he was probably relying on me for more help. I would do anything for this guy; I was that crazy in love. "If that's so, we are sorry. The ti......" The head reporter had barely completed his sentence when; "Sir, look at this." We all turned simultaneously and my eyes widened at what I saw one of the reporters holding up. It was the sheet stained with blood, my blood. It was then that I began to feel the ache in my chest. "This is a sign that Mr. Devonte is having an affair, even if it isn't with the secretary." Immediately pictures of the sheets were being taken as I bit my lower lip hard, thinking of another excuse to come up with when; "Hold on, miss, is that a hickey on your neck?" A female reporter grabbed me tight, and I knew right then, as we got surrounded again, that there was no way out of this mess. ........ ........ LATER THAT AFTERNOON. "You Bitch." Mrs Devonte, Jeremy's mum, slapped me across the face so hard that it got flung to the other side as I felt the cold, metallic taste of blood on my lips. "How dare you?" She raged at me as I tried not to cower in her presence. Apparently, the news became a scandal online, so Brittany called it off with Jeremy and flew out of the country asap. That was suspicious to me, because it seemed like she had planned the travel beforehand, but neither Jeremy nor his mum, who had never liked me for reasons best known to her, refused to listen to me. "I have always told you to fire this useless secretary of yours, Jeremy but you refused." His mum turned to yell at him and Jeremy sighed, before raising his head from the palm he buried them into. "Mum, please. That's enough. Just leave her alone." Once again, he protected me unknowingly, and like a fool, my heart melted, since I thought that meant he cared. "Jeremy. I can't believe you, I can't believe you are trying to defend her after everything she did to ruin things for you." His mum screamed. Just then, the door opened and his dad walked in. "What is going on?" He asked, noticing the staring contest between his son and wife. "Your son here, is refusing to listen to me again." Mrs. Devonte hissed. "About?" "Firing this bitch." She pointed at me. "No Irish, don't call her that. She is your soon-to-be daughter-in-law." Mr. Devonte announced and we all froze as my jaw dropped. I immediately looked behind him to check if someone else was behind me, the girl they were referring to, but I saw nobody. "What?" Mrs. Devonte gasped, looking like she had been punched in the gut as her husband nodded. "I am serious dear. Jeremy has to marry Kara." My heart stopped at his words as I struggled to contain the excitement brewing in me. What? Why? I turned towards Jeremy, expecting him to refuse since he was part of those who believed that I had drugged him into my bed, but he was just looking at me calmly. Does that mean he accepted? But something seemed wrong and not right about this. "Over my dear body." His mother tightened her jaw as she glared at me. "She is not marrying my son." "Well, we don't have a choice because the news is circulating fast." "Then take it down." "It's not that easy, sweetheart, Besides, Jeremy confessed to me yesterday that he does like Kara, too." His father revealed and his mum stumbled backwards, out of shock, almost falling to the ground. I, on the other hand, felt as if I was dreaming. None of this could be real. "Jeremy, you did what? I thought you loved Brittany." His mum yelled at him. "I thought so too but when I met Kara, I realized my true feelings. Besides, I only proposed to Brittany because she is my childhood best friend, but I really do care for Kara, so maybe what happened is a blessing in disguise." He said, professing his love to me that night. And like a fool, I believed and happily married him but turns out, I was just a means of revenge. But if not for Brittany, then who and how was it related to my dead parents?
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Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex That night
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Rebirth; it’s too late, Dear ex Xavier
XAVIER“Get in the car, Kara.”He said it the way someone says something they have already decided, not a request, not a suggestion, just a fact waiting for me to catch up to it. His voice was low and even and his eyes were already moving past me to the building entrance like he was checking whether anyone had followed me out.I didn’t move. “How do you know where I am?”“Marcus called me.” He pushed off the car and took two steps toward me. Close enough that I could see the tension he was carrying in his jaw, the kind that meant he had been standing out here working very hard at looking calm. “The press story broke eight minutes ago. It is already being picked up by three major outlets and Irish Devonte’s publicist is feeding quotes to anyone who will print them.” He looked at my face. “You have maybe ninety minutes before a photographer finds this address.”I looked at him. This man I had known for two years in my first life and two years again in this one, who had always been in th
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FIVE MINUTES“What exactly is she going to tell them?”I asked it quietly. No shake in my voice. No spike of fear that anyone in that room could see. Just the question, clean and direct, because the only way to measure a threat was to understand its actual shape.Jeremy looked at the phone in his hand like it had just become something heavier than it was. “She says she has medical documentation. Proof of the pregnancy. She will frame it as you trapping me. Trying to use a baby to stop the divorce.”“That’s her move,” I said. “A pregnant woman using her unborn child as leverage against a man trying to leave her.” I let the words sit in the air for a second. “That’s what she is selling to the press.”He didn’t deny it.I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Because somewhere behind his eyes I could see that he knew exactly how it sounded. He knew the shape of what his mother was willing to do and he had spent years choosing not to look at it directly and now it was sitting in the room wit
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