LOGINI stood frozen at the door, staring at Jasmine Cole, my former school and college bully. I was perplexed, unable to understand what she was doing with Rhys.
She smiled at me as though she had just won the lottery. I couldn’t help staring at her with hatred and disbelief. “I want to speak with you. I have something important to tell you.” Rhys glanced at me coldly. For a brief moment, I felt relieved. Perhaps I was finally going to get an explanation for his recent cold behavior. I stepped aside, allowing them both to enter, then folded my arms across my chest. “This sham of a marriage is over. I want nothing to do with you anymore.” His words struck me with such force that I almost forgot how to breathe. I stared at him in shock, hoping I had heard him wrong. But his face was filled with anger, his expression as cold as though he were looking at his greatest enemy. “I can’t… I don’t understand. What do you mean our marriage is over?” “What do you mean you don’t understand?” I flinched at his tone, my shoulders tensing. “Baby.” Jasmine stretched her hand toward Rhys. He immediately drew her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. My stomach twisted. “Meet my fiancée,” he said. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach as dread settled over me. I thought about everything we had been through together. I thought about the surprise I had prepared for him, the dinner waiting inside, and the future I had imagined. Now, all of it felt meaningless. “We’ve known each other for eleven years, Rhys.” My voice trembled. “How did it come to this? What did I do wrong? Why didn’t you tell me our marriage was in trouble?” Rhys looked at me without a trace of remorse. “Knowing each other for years doesn’t matter anymore. I want nothing to do with you. This marriage is over.” “There’s no need to sulk. It’s not as though he loved you anyway,” Jasmine added, lifting her chin smugly. I winced and turned toward Rhys, silently hoping he would deny her words. He didn’t. His silence hurt more than anything she could have said. “That isn’t true,” I whispered, staring at the man I had known for most of my life. “Tell me she’s lying.” “It’s true,” he replied. “And the sooner you accept that reality, the better. You’ve always come below me in everything, even when we were in college. I was always better than you. It’s no surprise that Rhys chose the better option.” Jasmine sneered at me, her words dragging old memories to the surface. I remembered how she had made my life miserable in college, sending false reports to the management, spreading lies about me, and even arranging for me to be robbed on campus. My jaw tightened, and my hands curled into fists. “Leave my house!” I finally snapped. I couldn’t stand there and listen to her insult me in my own home. But it wasn’t her words that hurt the most. It was the way Rhys stood beside her, allowing her to tear me apart without saying a word. “You should be the one packing your bags,” Jasmine retorted. “I’m not leaving my fiancé.” Her boldness only fueled my anger. I glared at Rhys, resentment burning in my chest. It was his indulgence that gave her the confidence to behave as though she owned the place. “There’s no need to glare at me. I only mean well for you,” Jasmine said, wrinkling her nose. “You mean well for me?” I let out a bitter laugh. Only a fool would believe her words were spoken with good intentions. The two of them stood together like a united front, while I felt like an intruder in my own home. The distance between us seemed impossible to cross, and even standing near them made me feel like I no longer belonged. Rhys reached into the file he was holding and pulled out a document. He handed it to me. My eyes dropped to the heading. For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then I looked up at him, my heart pounding violently. “D… Divorce papers?” My entire body shook as I fought to hold back my tears. But I couldn’t stop one from falling onto the paper, staining the clean page. “Yes. Divorce papers,” he answered calmly. “Sign them now so we can part ways peacefully.” There was almost a hint of satisfaction in his voice, as though the thought of ending our marriage made him happy. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and lifted my chin. I had already lost the man I loved. I wasn’t going to surrender everything else without a fight. “No.” Jasmine’s expression hardened. “What do you mean, no?” “I’m not signing the papers.” I looked at Rhys, forcing myself to remain steady. “Whatever she told you is a lie. I won’t give up on our marriage without a fight. If there’s something wrong, we can fix it.” The smile disappeared from Jasmine’s face. Rhys, however, only grew angrier. “Sign the papers. Your stubbornness will get you nowhere.” “I said no.” I held his gaze, even though my heart was breaking beneath my ribs. Jasmine stepped toward me with a smirk. I stood my ground as she leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “Some women don’t know when they’ve already lost.”The morning after the "MURDERER" graffiti, Rhys didn't sleep.He stood guard at the penthouse door all night, gun in the waistband of his sweatpants, watching the security feed, while I lay on bed rest, hands on my belly, feeling our twins flutter.By 8 a.m, the penthouse had been repainted. The police had taken the ultrasound photo for prints. The hallway had been bleached. But the feeling stayed - someone knew. Someone knew about the twins. Someone knew where we lived.Rhys was on the phone when Maria buzzed up with breakfast and a visitor."Mr. Knight there's an Ethan Reyes here to see Mrs knight He says it's urgent. He says he's... family?"Rhys's jaw locked. The name hit him like a punch.Ethan Reyes.Heir to Landex.Not Knight Corps, Landex The branch that was supposed to go to Ethan - chairman Dunn grandson Ethan was supposed to be in London for another year. Finishing his MBA at LSE. He wasn't supposed to be back until next summer."Tell him to get lost," Rhys snapped.But I
"AMELIA!"Rhys's scream was not human.It tore through the 58th floor boardroom of Knight Corps Tower, silencing twelve billionaires, silencing his grandfather Charles Knight mid-dial to 911.I was in his arms, but I was already gone. My slip dress soaked. His suit jacket I was wearing - his jacket - soaked red. Blood on his hands. Blood on the white leather chair where I had just taken his entire empire. Blood on the polished floor that cost more than my West Village brownstone."My baby," I had whispered before the black took me. "Our baby, Rhys..."Our baby?Those two words detonated in his brain as he carried me, bridal style, running. Not walking. Running through Knight Corps Tower like a madman, kicking open double doors, shoving past assistants."OUT OF THE WAY! OUT!"Maria was running beside him, crying, holding my bag, shouting, "She's pregnant! She's pregnant! She didn't tell anyone!"His grandfather was behind, barking orders, "Clear the elevator! Get my car! Call Mount Sin
The boardroom at Knight Corps Tower had never been so silent.Twelve of the most powerful people in New York - billionaires, investors, old money - all staring at me.At the small girl in a West Village slip dress wearing Rhys Morgan's suit jacket, sitting in Charles Knight's chair."Good morning, Mr. Morgan," I said again, because my voice had cracked the first time. "Sign over your shares, Rhys... or be fired from your own company."Maria's hand squeezed my shoulder from behind me. Don't do this, her eyes said. You love him.I ignored her. I had to. My hand was on my belly under the table, protecting the secret that was fluttering inside me - our second baby. Our second chance. The baby he didn't know about yet.Rhys stood frozen in the doorway. For five long seconds, he just looked at me.Not at the papers. At me. At my face. At the jacket swallowing me.Then, slowly, he walked forward.Every step echoed. His grandfather, Charles Knight, shook his head in disbelief from the far end
"Rhys, I need to tell you something..."The words were right there. On my tongue. On the tip of my heart.I'm pregnant. Again. Second baby. Our second baby.Under the fairy lights in Brooklyn Bridge Park, with the Manhattan skyline glittering across the water, with his hand holding mine like I was something fragile and precious - I wanted to tell him. God, I wanted to.I imagined it. His face. His hands going to my belly. Him crying.But then fear slammed into me. Cold, fast, ugly fear.What if he thought I was trapping him again? Like Jasmine said on TV? What if he thought I was using a baby to save Landex stock? What if, after everything, he left me again when things got hard? What if I lost this one too and he watched me bleed again?My throat closed.I quickly brushed the thought away. Swallowed the secret back down where it belonged. Safe. Hidden."It's... it's cold," I whispered instead, pulling my hand back slightly.He saw it. The flinch. The lie. But he didn't push. Rhys just
By 9:17 a.m New York time, Landex had lost 7.4%.The giant Bloomberg screen in the trading floor downtown was bleeding red. I watched it from my office on the 42nd floor, Manhattan skyline behind me, my hand unconsciously over my still-flat belly, as Maria barged in with her laptop.Maria, my assistant."Amelia, you need to stop looking," Maria whispered, her face pale. "It's getting worse."On her laptop, Jasmine's live press conference was still looping. She had rented out the press room at The Pierre. White dress. Perfect single tear."I tried to warn him. Amelia kept saying she was too busy for a baby. She told me herself, 'throw away those prenatal vitamins, I don't need them.' I have proof. I have messages. She faked the miscarriage to keep him after he caught her cheating..."The comments were a war zone.> @NYPost: LANDEX CEO'S estranged wife faked pregnancy loss? Socialite Jasmine exposes everything> @user1: I knew it! Career women will do anything> @user2: Landex shares cr
I kicked the trash bin under my desk.Hard."Nothing," I said too quickly. My voice was shaking. "It's nothing. Just... um just something I thought I trashed.Rhys was still on his knees, staring at the spot where the bin was. He didn't look convinced. His eyes - those grey eyes that used to read me so well - flicked from my face to my stomach."You've lost weight," he said slowly."I've been stressed," I snapped. I backed away from him, wrapping my arms around my waist. As if I could hide it. As if hiding it would protect it.A second baby. God. A second chance I didn't ask for and wasn't ready for. After losing the first one, how could I dare to hope again?What if it happens again? What if I lose this one too?No. No one could know. Not Rhys. Not anyone. If I said it out loud, it would become real, and if it became real, it could be taken away."I want you to leave," I said, cold now.Rhys stood up, slowly. He looked at his wrist, at the tattooed bracelet, then at me. "The bracelet







