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Chapter Four — Betrayal on Betrayal
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2026-01-21 11:13:53There are moments in life when the air changes.
When the room tilts. When a person realizes they’ve been living inside an illusion so expertly crafted that the truth feels like whiplash. This was that moment. Amara stood shakily, gripping the edge of the counter for balance. Her heart felt too big, too loud, too broken for her chest. “How long?” she asked, barely managing the words. “Caleb. How long?” “A while,” he said as he set the coffee tray down with infuriating casualness. “Look, Amara—” “How long?” she pressed, voice cracking. He met her eyes without a hint of remorse. “Two years.” Two. Years. She staggered back as if he had slapped her. A sharp pain radiated from deep in her core — emotional, physical, indistinguishable. “You were working late,” she said, her voice trembling. “You were traveling for clients. You were — Caleb, I was pregnant. Why?” Caleb rolled his shoulders with a kind of practiced indifference. “You were consumed with the company. Serena needed me. You didn’t.” “I needed you more than ever,” she whispered. He shrugged. “Well, you’re a strong woman. You always figure things out.” A cold numbness spread through her. Something inside her started shutting down, retreating inward for protection, the way a body curls around a wound. Her breath came faster. Shakier. Her daughter kicked wildly inside her belly, responding to her distress. Caleb watched her with something approaching annoyance. No regret. No sorrow. Just calculation. Then he said the sentence that would replay in her nightmares for years: “Let’s not make this dramatic. These things happen.” Her vision blurred. “These things—?” She choked on her own disbelief. “You destroyed our marriage!” He raised his palms. “Calm down. You’re being hysterical.” Hysterical. The word detonated something inside her. Before she could speak — before she could even cry — a sudden, violent pain shot across her abdomen. She gasped, doubling over. “Caleb—something’s wrong—my stomach—” He frowned. “Are you having contractions?” Her water broke in a sudden rush, splashing across the tile floor. Caleb stepped back so it wouldn’t touch his shoes. “Seriously?” he muttered. “Now?” Amara cried out, gripping the counter as another contraction tore through her. Fear surged through her chest, mingling with heartbreak. “Caleb—get the car—help me—please—” Instead of running to her, instead of grabbing the keys or calling an ambulance, he reached for his phone — the one she had dropped to the floor. He dialed a number. Not 911. Not her doctor. Serena. Amara stared at him in disbelief as pain detonated through her abdomen again. She heard him speaking, voice low and urgent. “Yeah, it’s happening. No — she saw the texts. Doesn’t matter now. I’ll handle it.” Another wave of agony struck, and Amara dropped to her knees. “Caleb,” she sobbed. “Our baby — I need help —” He shot her a cold look. “Stop. I’ve got it under control.” Dark spots danced across her vision. Her daughter kicked frantically. The world blurred. From a distance, as if underwater, she heard Caleb say: “I’ll fix this.” Then the world went dark.
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