INICIAR SESIÓNAbigail It had been one night, after a particularly difficult day dealing with Nathaniel's cowardice and Alex's rejection. I had gone to a bar, gotten drunk, and ended up sleeping with a stranger.A stranger whose name I had forgotten until just now."That was a one-time thing," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I don't see how it's any of your business...""It's my business when you're carrying my child and trying to pass it off as someone else's." His voice was low, dangerous. "I've been following the news, Abigail. I've seen the stories about you being pregnant with Alex Thompson's baby. But the timeline matches up with the night we were together. That baby isn't Thompson's. It's mine.""You don't know that...""DNA doesn't lie. And when the paternity test comes back showing Thompson isn't the father, what are you going to do then?""That's not going to happen because the baby IS his...""Stop lying!" Jackson slammed his hand against the door, making me jump. "I know yo
AbigailI sat in my apartment, scrolling through social media on my laptop, and smiled with satisfaction.The headlines were everywhere:"ALEX THOMPSON: BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY OR PREDATOR?""FOUR WOMEN CLAIM THOMPSON CEO THREATENED THEM""THOMPSON INDUSTRIES STOCK PLUMMETS AMID SCANDAL"It worked. My plan had actually worked.I picked up my phone and looked at the text messages from the three women I had hired:*Rachel: The reporters loved my story. I cried on camera just like you told me to.**Jennifer: My interview is trending on Twitter. #AlexThompsonScandal is everywhere.**Michelle: I'm getting death threats from his supporters, but also a lot of support from people who believe me. This is working.*I had found them through a contact who specialized in... let's call it "reputation management." Women who were struggling financially, who were willing to lie for money, who had just enough acting ability to sell a fake story.I paid each of them $50,000 to come forward with allegations
Alex In the evening, after the children were in bed, Emily and I sat together in the living room, our phones turned off, the TV dark. We had dinner as a family, pizza night, the children's favorite. We played board games. We read bedtime stories. We pretended everything was normal.But now, in the quiet, reality came crashing back."My lawyers are already working on defamation suits against all four women," I told Emily. "We'll sue them for everything they have.""Good. They deserve it for lying.""But Emily..." I took her hand. "What if people don't believe me? What if this scandal destroys the company? What if...""Stop." She squeezed my hand. "I believe you. The children believe you. The people who actually know you believe you. That's what matters.""But the board...""Will stand by you. They know your character. They know these allegations are lies."I wanted to believe her. But I knew corporate boards. I knew how quickly they could turn on a CEO when scandal threatened the com
AlexThe news broke three days after Abigail's unwelcome visit.I was in my office reviewing quarterly reports when Mavis, my head of security, rushed in without knocking."Mr. Thompson, we have a situation."I looked up from my laptop. "What kind of situation?""Check your phone. Social media. The news. It's everywhere."My stomach dropped. I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter.The trending topics made my blood run cold:#AlexThompsonScandal#CEOPregnancyScandal #ThompsonIndustriesScandalI clicked on the first one and saw the headline from a major tabloid:BILLIONAIRE CEO ALEX THOMPSON GETS SECRETARY PREGNANT – MULTIPLE WOMEN COME FORWARD WITH SIMILAR CLAIMSBelow it was a photo of Abigail, looking tearful and vulnerable, her hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach."No," I whispered. "No, no, no."I scrolled through the article, my hands shaking."Abigail Chen, 29, former executive secretary to Alex Thompson, CEO of Thompson Industries, has come forward with sho
Emily"Yes, you can!" I was shaking with rage now. "If he was drugged and unconscious, if he couldn't consent, then what you did was assault. It was rape.""Call it what you want. The fact remains that I'm carrying Alex's child." Abigail stood up from the table. "And I don't want to be a single mother. So Alex, you have two choices.""I'm not interested in your choices...""Choice one," Abigail continued as if he hadn't spoken, "you leave Emily and be with me. We raise our child together as a family. You, me, and the baby.""That will never happen," Alex said flatly."Choice two, you stay with Emily, but you support our child financially and emotionally. You will be an active father to our baby. You split your time between this family and the family we're creating together.""There is no family!" I shouted. "There is no 'we'! You're delusional!""Am I?" Abigail looked at me with cold satisfaction. "Or am I just a woman who's about to have Alex Thompson's child? A child that will legal
EmilyAlex stared at Abigail with rage, his voice was sharp, dangerous in a way I rarely heard. "Abigail, I told you to leave. Get out of my house. Now."But Abigail didn't move. Instead, she looked around the kitchen like she owned the place, her eyes sweeping over the breakfast table, the children, me, and finally landing back on Alex."Oh, Alex, don't be so dramatic." She laughed lightly, as if this was all perfectly normal. "I know you're upset, but once you hear what I have to say, you'll understand why I had to come.""There's nothing you could possibly say that I want to hear." Alex moved toward her, clearly intending to physically escort her out if necessary. "You drugged me. You helped destroy my relationship with Emily. You were part of a plan that led to my children being kidnapped…""I had nothing to do with the kidnapping!" Abigail said quickly, her smile faltering for just a moment. "That was all Margaret Chen. I didn't know about any of that, I swear.""I don't believe







