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One Hundred And Three

Author: Racheal Novella
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 05:57:58

Crystal tilted her head slightly, her brows knitting together in feigned confusion. A small, mocking smile played on her lips, but her eyes were anything but amused.

Christian stood a few feet away, shoulders rigid, eyes locked onto her like a man who had just glimpsed the wreckage of a life he once held together. “Yes,” he said quickly, his voice cracking under the weight of the moment. “Our child, the truth you've been hiding.”

Crystal blinked once. Then slowly, she let out a low, bitter laugh. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. It was hollow. Empty. The kind of laugh that made the silence around it deafening. She took a single step forward, her arms folded tightly across her chest, as if bracing herself against an invisible wind.

“Wow,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m thrilled to know we’ve finally come to the realization that we have a child.” Her words cut like blades, calm, composed, but laced with ache. “Glad to know you figured that out… somehow.”

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  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Eighteen

    Adrian touched her shoulder gently. “Are you okay?”She nodded slowly. “Yes. Just... surprised.” she stammered.He studied her eyes for a long, quiet moment. “You didn’t believe any of that, right?”She gave a small smile. “I don’t think it matters what I believe anymore. What matters is what I’ve already chosen.”And with that, she stepped closer to him, her face soft, but her soul anchored in something stronger than flowers or regrets.Crystal stood motionless, the air thick around her as if the silence had wrapped itself around her shoulders like a cold, familiar cloak. In her hands were the roses Christian had handed her only minutes ago. But now, they felt heavier than flowers should, as if every petal carried the weight of past betrayals and twisted apologies.Adrian, who had watched the entire interaction silently, moved slowly toward the door and shut it gently, his back still facing her. His fingers lingered for a brief moment on the lock, and with a sharp click, he turned th

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Seventeen

    Adrian stood still for a second, his hand still gripping the polished brass doorknob behind him. His tall frame filled the entrance as his eyes scanned the room, first landing on Crystal, then on the bouquet of fresh roses in her hand, and finally resting on Christian, who stood just a few steps away, lips parted as though he had more to say.His jaw flexed ever so slightly, and the calm fire burning behind his eyes made the air in the office grow heavy.“So you’re the one sending the gifts to my wife,” Adrian said quietly, closing the door behind him with a gentle click that somehow echoed louder than it should have.Christian’s shoulders stiffened, but he tried to keep his expression soft. He turned slightly toward Adrian, offering what he likely thought was a peaceful, remorseful smile.“They were just—”“What’s your motive?” Adrian cut in, his voice still calm but firm, too calm. The type of calm that cloaked a far deeper anger. “You show up here with flowers, make a public video

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Sixteen

    The scent of red roses hung thick in the air, blending with the soft hum of the office air conditioning. The petals trembled slightly in Christian’s hand, and for a moment, neither he nor Crystal spoke. They just stood there, two people with too much past and not enough words to say all that was buried deep inside them.Crystal was the first to break the silence.Her tone wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t soft either. It cut through the air with precision. "What are you doing here, Christian?"He took a careful step forward, his eyes trying to appear sincere, his brows gently creased with what he hoped looked like remorse. He extended the bouquet toward her."Could you first accept this beautiful rose flower? It’s just a gift, Crystal. A simple gesture."Crystal folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Why would I accept gifts from you? So, you’ve been the one sending all these gifts all along? Why are you sending me such gifts?" Her voice rose slightly, not with fury, but with a deep ache of

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fifteen

    The quiet hum of the office AC blended with the rustle of paper as Crystal sat behind her desk, flipping gently through a set of reports that needed her final review. The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows, casting golden lines across her soft peach blouse. Her long hair had been pulled back into a neat ponytail, a few loose strands curling at her cheekbones, framing her face with a delicate softness.Crystal was calm, focused, her brows drawn ever so slightly as she scanned the figures on the document. Her fingers were stained faintly with blue ink from the pen she’d been using to sign, and her lips were set in a thoughtful line. This was a moment she’d come to enjoy lately, normalcy, routine, peace.Just as she picked up the next sheet, there was a soft knock on her office door.“Come in,” she said, not looking up yet.The door creaked open and the receptionist peeked in, a young woman with bright eyes and a knowing smile. “Ma’am,” she said, almost shyly, “you have

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Fourteen

    Hundred of miles away, Crystal did.Her eyes shimmered softly, not with tears of longing, but with something quieter. Something older. Healing.She stared at the screen for a long moment after the video ended, her thumb hovering above the pause icon even though it was already over. Her breathing was steady, but her lips were slightly parted, stunned. Not by love. Not by hope. But by the sheer honesty she hadn’t expected.She exhaled, her shoulders sinking into the armrest, letting the silence of the room hold her.A few seconds later, the door opened gently.Adrian walked in, dressed casually in a grey shirt and sweatpants, still drying his hands on a towel. “My love,” he said softly, his voice carrying warmth. “You’ve been here a while.”Crystal didn’t answer. She simply placed the phone down slowly on the table, her face unreadable.Adrian tilted his head curiously and walked closer. “What were you catching?" he asked lightly, trying not to intrude but sensing something had shifted.

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Thirteen

    The sun rose with a quiet intensity, spilling golden streaks across the glass towers of the city like a soft promise of redemption. The sky was clear, but the air carried a weight of anticipation, as though the universe itself was holding its breath.Christian stood silently in front of the hotel window in the heart of Manhattan, his face partially lit by the gentle rays of morning. The shadows carved into the hollows beneath his eyes were deep, not from sleeplessness alone, but from months of emotional chaos and regrets that refused to die.He was no longer the man the media once saw, polished, untouchable, intimidating. This Christian Blake looked real. He wore a clean dark navy suit that clung well to his athletic build, but the sharp lines of the blazer couldn’t hide the torment etched into his expression. His eyes, once cold with pride, now carried something softer: vulnerability.His jaw was tense, lips tight, as if holding in a flood of thoughts he wasn’t ready to say out loud.

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