Shattered Vows: The Heiress’s Revenge

Evelyn Pov I had never felt lighter than I did that afternoon. The doctor’s words still echoed in my ears — "congratulations, you’re five weeks pregnant." Pregnant. Our baby. Mine and Ethan’s. I stepped out of the car, clutching the brown envelope with the ultrasound results, my heart pounding with joy. When I spotted Ethan’s car already in the driveway, a smile spread across my face. He was home early. Perfect.. I almost tripped in my heels as I ran inside, my excitement carrying me faster than my feet could handle. “Ethan!” I called, laughing as I took the stairs two at a time. I could already picture his expression — that perfect smile, the way his arms would wrap around me, the promises we’d whisper about our future. ......But then the envelope slipped from my hand. "Ahhh… Ethan… yes…" A choked gasp, raw and sharp, sliced the air. "More… oh fuck, more…" The bedroom door was slightly ajar. I froze. My breath caught. My pulse roared in my ears as I leaned closer

Evelyn pov Ethan moved in front of me, his hand gripping mine. “We’ll talk about all that tomorrow,” he said smoothly. “But for now… it’s late. We should sleep.” I yanked my hand free, stepping back. My voice was sharp, venomous. “I will never lay on that dirty bed. You disgust me, Ethan. How can you expect me to sleep in the same bed you—” The words barely left my mouth before a sharp slap landed on my cheek. Pain exploded across my face, and tears poured freely. I had never imagined he would raise his hand on me. “I’m sorry,” Ethan muttered, his voice low. I cut him off, my voice shaking but fierce. “Leave my house. You’re fired from BR Corporations. Everything that is mine… is mine, not yours.” He paused, a dangerous laugh escaping him. “Sorry to tell you, Evelyn… you don’t have that power.” My chest tightened. “What…?” He leaned closer, his eyes cold. “Because I am the owner of all your properties, all your inheritance. I own your clothes, your money, Company … eve

Evelyn – POV I woke up to sunlight brushing against my face, warm but cruel. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the blanket wrapped around me, the faint smell of coffee, and the quiet of Clara’s apartment reminded me. Reality crashed in again. Ethan. The house, Ethan’s laugh, the papers, the slap. My chest clenched so tight I could barely breathe. I curled deeper into the blanket Clara had wrapped around me last night, pressing my palm against my stomach. My baby. My child. The one thing Ethan would never take from me. “Finally awake?” Clara’s voice came softly from the kitchen. I turned my head. She was standing there in jeans and a loose shirt, her hair tied back. She held a mug in her hand, her eyes studying me carefully, like I might break all over again. I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off my shoulders. My body ached, my heart even more. “I… I didn’t mean to sleep here,” I whispered, my throat rough. Clara walked over and set the mug down in