ログインCHAPTER FOUR: BIG SHOCK!
SCARLETT’S POV
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have arrived at San Diego International Airport, California." A loud voice announced from unseen speakers, "Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Local time is 10:45 AM. We hope you have enjoyed your flight, and we thank you for choosing our airline."
My heart skipped a beat as I sat up straight. I had been on this flight for what felt like an eternity, and the thought of finally getting back home made me nervous.
Ever since my child was taken away from me in Italy, my heart was shattered. I knew that I wasn't supposed to get attached to the baby, but I hadn't even gotten a chance to look at it, or even hold it in my hands.
I glanced around the cabin. My fellow passengers were stirring, some yawning, others checking their phones or gathering their belongings.
As the plane began its descent, I shut my eyes and thought of my husband, Aaron. Ever since I left the country, he had not called me, and every attempt I made to reach out to him or Adriana failed.
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By the time the cab pulled up outside the apartment I shared with Aaron, I was already pumped up with excitement to see him.
Ever since we got married, I had never stayed this long away from him, and I couldn't wait to be in his arms again and tell him how much I had missed him. Outside the main door, I took in a deep breath, psyching myself up for the surprise.
I was sure he would be so surprised to see me.
So, I reached out for the door knob and pushed the door open as slowly as I could and slipped inside, ready to hug Aaron and kiss him.
The house was strangely quiet, and there was no one in the living room.
If the front door was unlocked, then it meant that someone was home.
I scanned the living room and saw that nothing much had changed from the last time I was in here.
Nostalgia hit me and I let go of my suitcase as I turned to slowly close the main door.
"Aaron?" I called out.
There was no response.
I was about to head for the kitchen, and go through the back door to the opening at the back at the house. Aaron loved to spend his time there, gardening. I was certain that he was probably at the back of the house.
However, as I got close to the kitchen, I heard voices.
I halted in my tracks and cocked my ears. I was so sure that I did not just imagine that.
A loud cackling giggle floated over to me again, and I instantly knew that it was from the bedroom upstairs.
I swung around and went up the staircase. The closer I got to the bedroom I shared with Aaron, the clearer the voices were.
One of it belonged to a female, and it sounded like she was saying Aaron's name.
Hell, no!
She was moaning Aaron's name.
My heart pounded and I contemplated whether I should push the room door open and walk in on Aaron and the woman he was f*cking.
Without thinking, I rushed at the door, and kicked hard at it. It gave way with ease and the sight before me almost sent me reeling with shock.
Aaron was not f*cking just any woman, he was doing it with the only friend I had, Adriana!
They were both sweaty and Adriana's upper body was bare as she straddled Aaron.
"What the h*ll?" I exclaimed, before I could get a hold of myself.
Adrianna whipped her head back and her eyes met mine.
Her face showed no emotion. Nothing!
No surprise and no guilt, like she didn't care. Aaron, on the other hand, looked caught off guard. It was almost as if he hadn't expected me to walk in. Soon, his expression quickly shifted to anger, like I was interrupting something important.
Aaron pushed her off his body with speed and jumped out of the bed, grabbing his shorts from the chair besides the bed.
I staggered backwards, grabbed the door knob and held on to it. My knees wobbled and I was sure that I would fall to the floor with how giddy I was getting.
"The cheating wife is finally home!" Aaron said with a snarl.
Adrianna pulled up the bed sheets to her chest, "We don't want you here. Go back to your sex mate." She hissed.
My mouth dropped open in shock. "Adrianna? Have you been sleeping with my husband behind my back?"
They exchanged a guarded look, before Aaron faced me. His lips were twisted in a smirk.
"Oh! I am not your husband. I refuse to stay married to a woman who sees nothing wrong with carrying another man's child while I am still alive."
My eyes darted to Adrianna and back to him.
"Aaron, I spent the last nine months as a surrogate mother, just because I needed money to pay for your surgery!"
"Oh, cut the crap." He scowled, "You cheated on me and that's more than enough reason to end things with you."
"End things with me? Are you filing for a divorce?"
Adrianna broke into a howling laughter.
"Yes? Isn't it clear that he is with me now?" She asked, her eyes pinned on me.
My eyes stung with tears and I was barely able to breathe. A sharp ache ran through my head. Her words hung low in the air.
I turned to face Aaron.
"Are you just going to divorce me, after everything I have done to save your life?" I questioned Aaron, feeling the wetness of my tears on my face.
He nodded, "Yes! I never loved you anyways." He strolled over to the cabinet by the wall, pulled it out and removed a file.
Then, he flung it at my face and shoved his hands into his shorts. "There, b*tch. I knew that one day, your sorry ass would be back, so I asked my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers. I have already signed on it, and I want you to sign immediately so we can end this wreck of a marriage!"
"This is not true!" A voice yelled at the back of my mind. This wasn't happening!
I clenched my fists, willing myself to get a hold of the situation.
Aaron and Adriana?
The two people I trusted the most with my life! How was it possible that I had never suspected the two of them? Had I always been too blind to notice it?
The room started to spin around me and I forgot how to breathe but I manage to get out one word. "Alright." I said, my voice breaking.
I lowered myself to the floor, picked the papers, and when I looked up, Aaron's hand was outstretched as he handed a pen to me.
I collected it from him. With tear stained eyes, I skimmed through the document and signed on it.
Then, I drew in a sharp breath, steadied myself and faced the two of them.
"I will make you two to pay for this." I spat before I turned on my heels and strode out of the room.
SCARLETT"You still haven't told me where we're going," I said, raising an eyebrow over the rim of my champagne flute.Damon leaned across the small aisle, his eyes sparkling with a rare, boyish mischievousness that made my pulse jump. "If I told you, Sunshine, it wouldn't be a surprise.""You're terrible at keeping secrets," I teased, reaching out to gently tug on his black tie. "Well... actually, you used to be very good at it. I prefer you like this."Damon caught my hand, raising my knuckles to his lips and pressing a slow, burning kiss against my skin. "I'm never keeping a secret from you again," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling timbre that sent a familiar shiver straight down my spine. "Today is just about us. Cameron is with his nanny for the weekend, and for the next forty-eight hours, you belong entirely to me.""Is that so, Mr. Hilton?" I whispered, leaning in closer until my breath brushed against his cheek."It is," he rasped, his eyes darkening as his
The place was still under construction and smelt like paint. I took one look around and was satisfied with what I was seeing. I had just come out to check the progress of my art gallery and surely, it might be ready before the opening. I stood in the center of the main hall, a clipboard tucked under my arm, carefully inspecting the warm track lighting overhead.It had been three long months.Returning to Damon’s house on my terms hadn't been easy, but Damon had kept every single one of his promises. He surrendered the surrogacy contract, signed over sole custody of Cameron, and gave me the space I so desperately needed to heal. He had just been discharged last week from the hospital, which gave me time to come check my property. Watching him rebuild himself into a devoted father this past week—seeing the genuine, quiet remorse in everything he did—made the walls around my heart slowly begin to crack.Forgiveness hadn't come overnight. It was a choice I made every day, not just for him
SCARLETTThe heavy wooden door of room 412 clicked shut, locking out the noise of the city streets.I leaned my back against the thin panel, sliding down until my knees hit the faded carpet. The room smelled faintly of bleach and cheap lavender air freshener—a far cry from the sprawling marble halls of the Hilton estate, but right now, it was a sanctuary.In my arms, Cameron let out a restless whimper. His small hands clutched at the lapel of my jacket, his round brown eyes blinking up at me with confusion, like he could feel the violent tremors running through my body."Shh, baby. It's okay. Mommy's got you," I whispered, my voice breaking on a ragged sob.I pulled him close, burying my face into his soft dark curls. The scent of sweet baby lotion mixed with the rain on his clothes. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the tears flow freely—hot, heavy, and uninterrupted.He is mine.The words echoed through the quiet hotel room, no longer a terrifying revelation, but an undeniable truth
SCARLETT"What do you mean he is my son?"The words fell out of my mouth in a quiet, trembling breath. I stood rooted to the cold hospital floor, my fingers digging into the edge of the doorway so tightly my knuckles turned pure white.Damon lay propped up against the pillows, his face ghastly pale, white bandages wrapped tightly around his temples and chest. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and impenetrable, were brimming with raw, unvarnished terror. Tears overflowed his lashes, cutting clear, wet tracks down his bruised, stubble-covered cheekbones.He had just told me the silliest and most unimaginable thing I had ever heard. "Scarlett..." he rasped out, his voice sounded like a ruined, scratchy whisper beneath the plastic oxygen mask hanging down around his neck. He reached up with a trembling hand, trying blindly to touch my sleeve, but he didn't have the strength to bridge the small gap between us. "Please... come closer."I couldn't move. My knees felt like liquid. "Damon... do
SCARLETTThe rhythmic beep... beep... beep... of the ICU monitor had become the soundtrack to my torment.I don't know when I drifted off, but when I woke up, the pale light of morning was spilling through the window blinds, casting thin lines of gold across the white hospital bed. My neck was stiff, my cheek resting uncomfortably against the edge of the mattress. My hand was still locked around Damon’s, my fingers stiff from refusing to let go all night.I stretched slightly, rubbing the back of my hand against my eyes, staring at his pale, still face."Damon..." I whispered to the empty room, my voice raspy. "Please. It’s a new day. Just open your eyes."Nothing. Just the artificial hum of the oxygen machine. I sighed, leaning back into the vinyl chair. The guilt was a heavy, physical anvil sitting on my chest. If I hadn't packed my bags... if I hadn't left that signed divorce petition on that day... he would be at home right now, drinking his dark coffee or probably in his office s
SCARLETTThe drive back to the estate felt like a funeral procession.Tom didn’t speak a word from the front seat, his hands gripped tight on the steering wheel, his eyes darting to me occasionally in the rearview mirror. I couldn't bring myself to look at him or out the window. Every single mile took me further away from the ICU, further away from the man whose blood had soaked into the very threads of my clothes.When the heavy iron gates of the mansion slowly parted, the sight of the grand house didn't bring me any comfort. It loomed ahead under the twilight sky—dark, sprawling, and hollow. A place I was somewhat excited to be the first time I came here, but tonight, it just felt like a monument to everything that was falling apart.The car rolled to a stop in the front circular driveway. I opened the door before Tom could step out to get it for me, my legs numb as my feet hit the cold gravel.Inside the house, Grace was standing near the foot of the marble staircase. Her sharp eye
Scarlett’s voice still echoed in my head "Damian... what the hell is going on?"I couldn’t answer her. Not honestly. Not yet.Instead, I took the phone from her hand and slipped it into my coat pocket. “We’re leaving,” I said flatly.She blinked. “What do you mean, we’re leaving? What about your gr
“Rose. I was drunk and I would have never done something like that to my best friend. You disgust me to the point that I'm still irritated.You also know that you caused what made Damian to fall out of love with you, he's married to a very beautiful and respectful woman.Someone you can never be.”
SCARLETT’S POVI woke up to a sound I hadn’t heard in a long, long time.A baby’s cry.At first, I thought I was dreaming. I stayed still on the bird, confused. But then it came again, louder this time. Okay… really loud.“This is definitely real”. I couldn’t help but say out loud.I sat up, my hea
In a dimly lit room half a city away, a woman stood with her back to the window, her phone still in hand. The glow from the screen shows the sharp edge of her jaw, her lip painted red. The screen showed a familiar number, the one that had sent the message to Scarlett. Her fingers hovered over the s







