The Wife Who Walked Away Richer

The afternoon sun felt too bright as I stepped out of the hospital. I spotted Lucas's car waiting by the curb and walked toward it, my hand pressed against my purse where the pregnancy test report was tucked safely inside.I slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. The familiar leather interior should have been comforting, but my heart was racing. I'd rehearsed this moment a dozen times in my head, but now that I was here, the words felt stuck."I have something to tell you," I started."You really chose this moment to get sick?" Lucas cut me off without looking away from his phone. "Do you have any idea what kind of damage you're doing to the company right now?"The smile I'd been holding froze on my face. "I..."I'm pregnant. The words lodged in my throat, refusing to come out."The project schedule has already been affected. Do you know how much money we're losing in just one day?" His voice was cold, detached.My chest tightened. His grandfather had just passed away less

I followed them down the hallway to the guest room. Lucas pushed the door open with his shoulder, still cradling Victoria against his chest, and laid her gently on the bed like she might shatter.He sat on the edge of the mattress, his hands immediately going to her ankle, touching it carefully, his brow furrowed with concern. "Does this hurt? What about here?"Victoria winced. "A little. I'm so sorry for being such a burden.""Don't say that." His voice was soft, soothing. His fingers moved along her calf, checking for swelling.I stood in the doorway, watching. He didn't even notice me, he continued fawning over her in ways he never did to me."What happened?" I asked.Lucas glanced back, seeming surprised I was there. "She twisted her ankle. I'm just checking it.""You're not a doctor." I stepped into the room. "Don't touch her like that. I studied sports rehabilitation in college. I can take a look."“Be gentle.” Lucas said in a tone that made me cast a weary glance his way.I mov

I woke to white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic. My body ached everywhere, a dull throb that pulsed with each breath. But it was the pain in my abdomen that made my hand move instinctively to my stomach.The memory came flooding back. The elevator. The fall. Lucas's back as he climbed out, carrying Victoria to safety while I lay there in the dark.I blinked slowly, trying to orient myself. The bed beside me was empty. No, Lucas.My throat was dry. I reached for the water pitcher on the bedside table, my arm shaky. As I stretched, I heard voices drifting from somewhere nearby. The door to my room was slightly ajar.Victoria was crying. "I came back because your grandfather passed away. I thought maybe now we could finally be together."I froze, my hand still on the pitcher."Now isn't the time. The company is in the middle of a crisis, I need to put everything in place before we can go public." Lucas's voice was low, strained."Why not? He's gone, Lucas. He was the only one who

Lilith’s POV As I watched Lucas leave, I blinked away the tears that slowly clouded my vision. I felt like I was losing my mind. One minute my marriage was complete and the next, Victoria was in the midst of it all. I called out to him, but he didn’t turn even to look at me. Instead, he marched on with extra vigor. I had thought we were going to get past this but he clearly had other plans. With shaky hands, I reached for my phone and called Sophie, the only friend I had. I needed to talk to someone about the things happening and she was the only one I could think of. “He’s at it again, isn’t he?” she said, immediately as she answered the call. “You only call me when he treats you like shit.” “It’s getting worse, Sophie.” I whimpered as I wiped off some stray tears from the corner of my eyes. “His sister is here and he has grown even more cold.” “What are you going to do now?” she asked, concerned. “I don’t know. I have given this place my all,” I groaned. “If he doesn’t get any

Lilith’s POV The annoying beep of the monitor was all that filled my ears as I woke up and sure enough, I was back at the hospital. If I had been feeling drained before, this was worse. Every part of my body ached painfully as I tried to look around the empty room. My memory was blank for a while as I wondered how I ended up back here. I should have been home, telling Lucas about our baby. Slowly, memories filled me. I remembered being pushed down the stairs by Victoria and then Lucas came, but he only rushed to Victoria, completely ignoring me. My baby…. My hand lazily crept to my tummy and I whimpered in pain. What the hell happened after? Fear filled my heart at the thought of losing my baby. Just then, the door burst open and an angry-looking Lucas walked in. He walked directly towards me and stopped when our eyes met. “Lucas…” I whimpered. “What have you done?” he snapped. “What do you mean?” I asked, dumbfounded. “How many times have I told you Victoria is my sister? You’