LOGINAnyta's POV
âYouâre pregnant, Mrs. Ashbourne.â I stared at the doctor, convinced Iâd not heard right. âWhat?â He adjusted his glasses. This man was way too calm for what he had just dropped on me. âYouâre pregnant.â âNo!â I blurted and sat upright on the hospital bed. âThatâs⊠no. You could be wrong, right? There could be a mistake?â âThereâs always a chance,â he replied evenly. âThatâs why weâll need the official test report. But based on what weâve run so far, yes, you are expecting.â I pressed my palms against the armrest of the chair. I was pregnant with Everettâs baby. The same Everett who wanted me gone, who couldnât even stand to look at my face. A divorce and a surprise pregnancy, all within twenty four hours of each other? My head felt as though it would implode. The tears began to well up again. âI donât⊠I donât want this. I mean... I canât want this.â The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. âYouâll need to collect your report at the reception desk, Mrs Ashbourne." I forced myself to my feet. âFine.â My voice was croaky, so I cleared my throat and tried again. âOkay, fine. Yeah.â I made my shaky way out of the ward and into the foyer of the hospital, walking over to the front desk. When the nurse handed me the folder, I flipped it open with shaking hands. Positive. My chest collapsed inward. There it was in black and white. This was no error, I was truly pregnant. I slumped against the wall, whispering to myself, âEverett doesnât even like meâŠ" I pressed the folder to my chest. Abortion wasnât an option, not for me, at least. Still, I was just eighteen. I was barely an adult. How was I supposed to raise a baby when I couldnât even save my own marriage? Only one person could give me answers, and he was in this same hospital. I headed straight to the front desk and asked. âSiena Rushmore is in which room?â The nurse silently pointed me down the hall and I gave her a simple nod. Then I followed her directions, clutching the report to my chest. When I reached Sienaâs door, two bulky men in black suits were standing at the entrance. âI need to see Everett.â I told them. "I know he's in there." âNo entry." one of them replied. "Miss Siena is...." âI donât care about Siena!â I snapped. âI just need to talk to him. Two minutes, please.â They didnât budge. âIâm his wife!â I roared so loudly that some nurses gave me the stink eye as they walked past. âI have something important to tell him. I wonât disturb her. Just tell him Iâm here.â One of them finally nodded and disappeared inside. I wrung my hands, frantically pacing in front of the door. âPlease come out. Just this once, listen to meâŠâ Minutes dragged on like hours. But finally the door opened, and the same bodyguard stepped out. âMr. Ashbourne said he wonât come out. He doesnât want to see you.â âWhat?â He looked away, as if he couldnât even meet my eyes. âIt might upset Miss Siena, and he said he doesnât want to talk to you either.â I shook my head. âSo he wonât⊠he wonât even hear me out?â The guard stayed silent. That was enough of an answer. I stumbled back a step, holding the folder even tighter. Everett was inside with Siena, while I stood outside with a baby he didnât even know about. And he maybe never would. By the time I stumbled back to the foyer, my head was pounding. I shouldâve just gone home. But if I left now, Iâd never get another chance to tell Everett about the baby. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave the country. After that heâd never know. So I sat in the hospital lobby, clutching my report and staring at the automatic doors. Rain streaked the glass. Every time the doors opened, a gust of cold air entered, making me shiver. I hugged myself tighter, fighting the urge to cry again. Then finally Everett stepped out of the elevator with his bodyguards surrounding him. I scrambled to my feet immediately. âEverett!â I yelled as I hurried toward him. He didn't even glance my way. âKeep her back!â he ordered his guards. The guards moved in front of me, blocking my path. But I pushed forward anyway. âPlease, just listen....â âDonât talk!â he snapped at me. âItâs important!â But Everett was past caring. He walked past me and stepped into the rain. I watched in desolation as one of the guards opened an umbrella above his head, and he hurried towards his car. I broke into a run, stepping outside in the rain and tripping over my own shoes as I chased him. âEverett, wait!â The pavement outside was wet and the second I stepped on it, I slipped and fell. My knees slammed into the mud, cold water soaking my tights. My palms stung as I scrambled up and rain had plastered my hair to my face. âEverett!â I wailed, but he was already in the back seat of his car. âDrive.â That was all I heard before the black Audi roared to life, taillights blurring in the downpour until they were gone. I stayed there, soaked and shaking until someone from the hospital rushed over to help me up. I waved them away and staggered home alone. ******* When I collapsed into my room, It was already night and I was too drained to cry. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave, but every part of me told me that I couldnât. I sank onto the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcases lined up by the wall. My hand drifted to my stomach. How was I supposed to raise a baby in a foreign country, broke and alone? I dragged my phone closer and scrolled through my contacts. Nothing. Not one name I could reach out to. F******k? I*******m? I scrolled again and again but who would help me? Every person in my circle was either tied to Everett or Siena, or a celebrity who only knew me as Everettâs arranged wife. Grandma Jo was the only one who could help me, and yet even her thought I'd pushed my sister down the stairs. I dropped the phone onto the mattress and pressed my hands to my face. Iâd always prided myself on being strong, on not begging anyone. But this time, I didnât know how much longer I could hold on. Soon, I felt dizzy. I set the alarm on my phone and curled up on the bed, telling myself Iâd just close my eyes for a little while. The next thing I knew, someone was pounding on the door. I jerked upright in fright. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. It was morning already? The knocking came again and I dragged myself to the door, yanking it open... only to freeze. Everett stood there with a raincoat thrown over his broad shoulders. And the manic look in his green eyes horrified me as he growled in my face. âGET OUT NOW!"CLAYâS POVI took one quick look at Jodie, and it confirmed my fear. She handed me the thumb drive with trembling hand and I excused myself without another word. Anyta gave me a quick look of concern but she didnât stop me as I walked out. I was grateful for that small gesture, because I needed to do this alone. I slipped into her small study at the back of the house, closed the door and sat down at the desk. The laptop screen glowed in the dark room. My hands felt heavy as I plugged the drive in.The files loaded one after the other. At first it was what I expectedâbank records, emails, timestamps all tied Victor directly to the leaks and the press play. These were top solid stuffs, and I felt grateful to Jodie.I saw a black folder, sitting on its own. Curiosity got the best of me, and I tapped on it. The intials âM.Gâ stared back at me, as I did a double take.M.G. My mother. Maria Grayson. I huffed in disbelief as I contemplated if I wanted to know what was in the file.I finally
ANYTAâS POVClay stepped back into the hallway, after I switched off Teddyâs bulbs. âPhilip says Jodie has something she needs to deliver personally. She doesnât trust sending it any other way. Would you be comfortable with us using your dining room to work through this tonight?âI didnât hesitate at all. âYes. Whatever you need at all. Letâs do it.âClay nodded gratefully, already pulling out his phone. He made the calls quickly, first to his legal team, then Philip and Jodie. Within thirty minutes my quiet dining room turned into a war room. Their laptops were opened on the long table. The papers spread out, and I silently prayed that no coffee tipped off and spilled over them. I moved silently between them, refilling the cups and clearing space, turning my home into the center of a battle.I kept looking at Jodie, not fully trusting her, but not saying any of it to Clay. I quietly carried out my duties, moving between the kitchen and the dining. I didnât expect them to be that nois
CLAYâS POVI stood in the hallway, my phone pressed to my ear, the soft glow from Teddyâs nightlight spilling out behind me. Philipâs voice was clipped and urgent on the other end.âBoss, itâs bad. Victor went straight to the major network this time. Heâs sitting down for a full interview first thing in the morning, and heâs hell bent on dropping everything about Owen Grayson. Heâs got financial data from that accountant we thought we had locked down. Heâs claiming that youâve been running a decades-long fraudulent shadow operation through Grey. Itâs a scorched-earth play, but heâs painting you as the villain who inherited your daddyâs dirty empire and made it worse.âI pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning against the wall. âHow much time do we have left?ââUntil morning at least. Theyâre promoting it heavily. If we donât respond before it airs, the story lands and everything weâve built scatters. Heâs timed it perfectly.â He said with a huff.âPrepare the counter-narrative,â I said
CLAYâS POVWe went upstairs together without saying much. Teddyâs nightlight cast a soft blue glow across the room. The little boy was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction. Anyta moved first, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling him gently into her arms.âHey, baby,â she whispered. âBad dream?âTeddy nodded against her shoulder. âThere was a monster at the gate.â He said, pointing at a spot in the wall.I stayed by the door for a second watching them both, then walked over and sat on the other side of the small bed. The frame creaked a little under my weight. Anyta tucked the blanket around Teddyâs legs while I adjusted the pillow behind him.âYouâre safe, little man,â I told him quietly. âNo monsters get past us. I promise.âTeddy looked at me with those big trusting eyes. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed my hand with both of his small warm fingers. He held on tight, before he sighed and closed his eyes. Within seconds
CLAYâS POVI walked in and closed the door behind me with a soft click that echoed in the quiet house. The city hummed low outside the windows, a distant backdrop of lights and life that felt miles away. Anyta stood in the hallway, waiting in the glow of the single lamp in the living room corner. I knew Teddy was upstairs probably with Alice.She didnât mention the video even if I knew that it hurt her. What mattered now was the truth weâd been circling for far too long.âCome sit,â I said gently and made space for her.We settled on the living room floor, our backs against the couch. I rubbed my palms over my jeans, gathering courage.âI need to say this the right way,â I began, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.Anyta looked at me, her soft eyes patient and searching in the dim light.âWhat Iâm about to say didnât start recently,â I told her. âIt was years ago, during high school, down back to when you were still married to Everett. I hated myself for feeling it then,
ANYTAâS POVI stayed at the cafĂ© table longer than I should have, and I kept staring at the video on my phone. It was clearly the security footage from outside my house.I tried not to read, but my curiosity got the best of me. I opened my socials, and the comments were already vicious.âGold digger.ââBad mother.ââUsing her son for money while sleeping with some thug.âI felt sick in my stomach, and bile rose up to my mouth. I couldnât break down in a public cafe. No!My phone started ringing immediately, Lauraâs name flashed on the screen.I answered. âLaura.ââAnyta, Iâve seen the video,â she said, already in full crisis mode. âItâs spreading very fast. Iâm pulling together a statement already. We need to get ahead of this. Are you home?ââNo, Iâm at a public cafĂ©,â I replied, voice shaky. âPeople are staring at me.ââStay calm and donât omment or agree on anything. Iâm drafting something neutral, and Iâm solely on focusing on privacy and false narratives. Send me any details you
SIENNAâS POVâWhat are you watching?âGrandma Jo barely spared me a glance before turning her focus back to the television.The lack of warmth in her demeanour almost discouraged me. But I held the plate firmer and walked fully into the living room.âGeneral hospital,â she finally replied.There wa
ANYTA'S POVThe old lady's hardened as she folded her hands on the table. âI said Siennaâs planning something stinky. I just haven't found out what yet.âMy stomach tightened. I tightened my fingers around the fork and swallowed again as I felt my brows knit together. âWhy do you think that?âShe w
EVERETTâS POVMotherâs parties always felt like funerals with too much booze, to me.Probably because I could see through the fakeness of multiple friends and family who rarely reached out unless they needed help urgently.Or in this case, when they attended parties my mother hosted to lessen her b
ANYTAâS POVThe house felt all wrong the next night.Nothing was out of place when I returned from work to meet a comfy Alice lounging in the living room.Nothing was missing either. And yet every slight sound landed too loud in my chest. It all started after Alice left.My paranoia grew so much, I







