Life in the Blake family was a nightmare for Crystal. Despite being married to Christian Blake, the powerful CEO, for three years, she couldn’t conceive, becoming the target of endless scorn and humiliation. When she finally found out about Christian's affair with his mistress, Ilda, the woman he’d chosen over her, her heart shattered. But just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, she found herself carrying Christian’s child in secret. However, as Christian prepares to marry Ilda, a shocking truth emerges— the child she was carrying was not his. What will happen when Christian realizes the woman he betrayed and cast aside had his heir all along? Will he regret his choices, or has he already lost everything, including Crystal’s love
ดูเพิ่มเติมCrystal sat on the balcony of the grand Blake mansion, her eyes distant as she gazed at the sprawling gardens below. The luxury around her was suffocating, a cruel reminder of how little she belonged. For over three years, she had lived in this house as Christian Blake’s wife, yet she had never felt more like a stranger, and no one regarded her as part of the family.
The whispers of scorn and judgment from Christian's family echoed in her mind. "Three years, and still no child?" Olivia, Christian’s mother, had sneered just days ago during a family dinner. "What good is she to this family if she can’t even fulfill her most basic duty?" Her heart ached at the memory. The Blake family had never accepted her, not truly. They saw her as an outsider, an interloper who didn’t deserve to carry their legacy. Even the maids gossiped about her when they thought she couldn’t hear. From the hallway below, faint voices drifted up. "Poor Mrs. Blake," one maid murmured. "She tries so hard, but they treat her like she’s invisible." "That’s what happens when you can’t give the family an heir," another replied. "They’ll never let her forget it." Crystal clenched her hands into fists, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. She wouldn’t cry. Not now. Not for them. Her phone buzzed on the side table, cutting through the bitter silence. Grateful for the distraction, she reached for it. "Hello?" she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "Mrs. Blake," the doctor’s familiar voice greeted her. "This is Dr. Peterson. The results of the test you took last week are in. Could you come to the hospital at your earliest convenience? It’s important." Crystal’s heart skipped a beat. The test—she had almost forgotten about it. For weeks, she had been plagued by nausea and weakness, but she had dismissed it as stress. Could it be something more? "I’ll be there right away," she replied, already rising to her feet. Within the hour, she arrived at the hospital, her nerves tingling with anticipation. Dr. Peterson greeted her warmly and led her to his office. "Mrs. Blake," he began, handing her a printout of the results. "Congratulations. You’re pregnant—two weeks along." The words hit her like a wave, sweeping away the pain and doubt that had consumed her for so long. Pregnant. She was going to be a mother. A child—her child and Christian’s. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she clutched the report to her chest. "This is the best news I’ve heard in years," she whispered, a smile breaking through her usually stoic expression. Dr. Peterson excused himself to retrieve some additional files, leaving her alone to process the news. Crystal pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling with excitement as she dialed Christian’s number. It rang once, twice, three times then went to voicemail. She tried again, and again, but there was no answer. Undeterred, she typed out a message: "I have something good to tell you. Please call me back." She leaned back in the chair, her smile widening as she imagined his reaction. Would he finally see her as the wife he had always wanted? Would this child bridge the chasm between them? Her phone buzzed, and she quickly grabbed it, expecting a reply from Christian. Instead, a notification popped up—an image message. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened it. The photo was unmistakable: Christian, shirtless, with his arms around Ilda. The two of them were tangled together on a bed, their intimacy glaringly obvious. The room seemed to spin around her as the phone slipped from her hands and clattered onto the floor. She sat rooted in place, her breath shallow as the image of Christian and Ilda burned into her mind. Crystal’s heart shattered into a million pieces as tears streamed down her face. "How could he do this to me?" she whispered, her voice breaking. Her grip tightened on the hospital chair beside her railing as a nurse approached with concern. “Mrs. Blake? Are you alright?” Crystal didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, the photo still staring back at her like a cruel reminder of her place in Christian’s life. How long? she thought. How long had he been laughing behind my back? She clutched her stomach instinctively, her joy replaced by a searing pain that threatened to consume her. The man she had sacrificed everything for—the man she had loved beyond reason—had betrayed her in the cruelest way possible, she whispered softly. As the sound of her quiet sobs filled the room, one thought echoed in her mind: What was she going to do now? The nurse reached for her shoulder, but Crystal turned abruptly, her expression unreadable. “I need to go,” she said, her voice cold. Crystal stepped out of the hospital into the blinding sunlight, her thoughts racing. She clutched the sonogram picture tightly in her hand, her heart a storm of emotions. She wanted to laugh, cry, and scream all at once. For the first time in years, hope bloomed inside her fragile, but alive. As she walked toward the parking lot, her phone buzzed. She glanced down and froze. It was a breaking news alert. The headline read: "Christian Blake and Mystery Woman Spotted Leaving Luxe Five-Star Hotel." Her stomach churned as she tapped the link. A video opened, showing Christian stepping out of the hotel lobby, his arm draped casually around Ilda. Paparazzi swarmed them, shouting questions, but Christian’s only response was a slight smirk. Then Ilda turned to him, whispering something close to his ear. He chuckled, a sound Crystal hadn’t heard in months. The camera zoomed in as Ilda placed a hand over her stomach and smiled knowingly at the reporters. Crystal’s knees weakened, and she clutched a nearby pole for support. The fragile joy she’d felt moments ago shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. The man she’d sacrificed everything for, the father of her unborn child, had just humiliated her in front of the entire world.They turned slowly.Christian stood a few feet away, barely illuminated by the hallway lights. He looked older in this lighting. Not physically, but emotionally. As though time had crept up behind him, weighed his soul down, and left his eyes raw with memory.His hands were in his pockets, stiff. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again.Crystal instinctively stepped back, closer to Adrian. Not out of fear, but caution.Christian lifted a hand gently, as if to say, Please… just a moment.Adrian stiffened, his jaw tightening. But he didn’t speak. He felt Crystal’s hand in his firm, steady state.Christian’s eyes locked on her belly first. Then rose slowly to meet hers.“I watched your speech,” he said, voice husky, frayed with emotion. “Every single word.”Silence.“You were… everything I never let you be.”Crystal said nothing. Her eyes remained unreadable, but not cruel.Christian looked at Adrian next, then back at her. “I know I don’t belong here. I’m not here to start anything
As the clock inched closer to her moment, Crystal stood at the side of the stage, her hand wrapped in Adrian’s. Cameras flashed. Her name echoed in the corridors. The room buzzed with anticipation.She smiled at him one last time, eyes glistening not with fear—but with purpose.And then she stepped forward into the spotlight.The stage was quiet—bright under golden lights that felt more like truth than glamour. Crystal stepped into the glow, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, the hush in the room swelling with reverence. She reached the podium, her breath measured, her fingers resting lightly on its edge like a pianist about to strike the first note.She didn’t speak immediately.Instead, she looked out into the sea of expectant faces. She saw journalists, leaders, students, and women with notebooks on their laps and questions in their eyes. She saw history waiting to be rewritten, and she was holding the pen.Then, she looked inward.And began.> "I used to sit in rooms
Crystal ran her hand over the silk of her dress, smiling faintly as she adjusted the collar. The baby was growing fast. Her stomach was no longer a whisper of pregnancy, it was a bold, undeniable statement that life was blooming inside her. Months had passed, and with each one, her excitement grew louder, stronger, brighter.She looked stunning, but it wasn’t the glow of makeup or lighting. It was the glow of peace, of survival, of becoming. Her eyes held a joy she never thought she’d feel again.She stepped aside to grab her bag for the conference and paused, just for a breath, to take it all in. The luxury apartment, the gentle scent of lavender in the air, the sound of Adrian’s voice humming softly in the background as he prepared breakfast. Everything felt so full now. So right.And yet… her thoughts, uninvited but welcome, drifted back to that version of herself who once walked the hallways of the Blake mansion like a shadow.She closed her eyes.She remembered the cold floors. T
The mirror caught the soft curve of her belly, rounded and radiant with new life. Crystal ran her hand over the silk of her dress, smiling faintly as she adjusted the collar. The baby was growing fast. Her stomach was no longer a whisper of pregnancy, it was a bold, undeniable statement that life was blooming inside her. Months had passed, and with each one, her excitement grew louder, stronger, brighter.She looked stunning, but it wasn’t the glow of makeup or lighting. It was the glow of peace, of survival, of becoming. Her eyes held a joy she never thought she’d feel again.She stepped aside to grab her bag for the conference and paused, just for a breath, to take it all in. The luxury apartment, the gentle scent of lavender in the air, the sound of Adrian’s voice humming softly in the background as he prepared breakfast. Everything felt so full now. So right.And yet… her thoughts, uninvited but welcome, drifted back to that version of herself who once walked the hallways of the B
Weeks had gone by, and Christian still couldn't recover from the pain burning inside him.Time moved, the world continued spinning, but for him, everything had stopped. His days had no color, his nights no rest. He had become a prisoner in his own body, trapped, suffocating in a shell of the man he used to be. The once-glorious Christian Blake, who used to command rooms and make empires tremble with a word, now sat in silence, staring at the walls that once echoed with life.His home, if it could still be called that, was quiet. Too quiet. No laughter, no footsteps, no scent of Crystal’s favorite jasmine perfume lingering in the air. Just stillness. Emptiness. Regret.He had everything… once. Money, status, power. But in the pursuit of more—more thrill, more attention, more validation, he made a decision that unraveled it all. One mistake. One moment of selfishness. One act of betrayal. And just like that, his life collapsed like a house of cards in a storm."I chose wrong," he admitt
As Adrian’s final words echoed through the room, the tension slowly cracked and peeled away like the last skin of a dying storm. But in that stillness, Crystal stood quietly behind him, her eyes never leaving the man who had always defended her not with fury, but with reverence.A soft breath escaped her lips, and without realizing it, her hand tightened around Adrian’s.Her cheeks were already warming, and when he turned just slightly to glance at her, it happened, her heart bloomed in a way she hadn’t felt in years. Not from pain. Not from survival. But from something gentle, something pure.Love.She blushed, the color rising delicately across her pale skin, painting her with life. Her lips parted into a small, helpless smile, one she didn’t try to hide.In that moment, she saw him differently, even more clearly. Not just as the man who saved her, but as the man who saw her, her strength, her battles, her worth. And instead of using it against her, he cherished it. Protected it. Pr
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