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I swiped the key card to unlock the door to his room, opening the door, I saw my best friend Sylvia, strandling my boyfriend, moaning out loud as he rammed into her from under. I couldn’t get myself, all I could do was to stare at them. I dropped on the floor with a soft thud. My chest became heavy, blood coming out from my finger because I was biting my nail. Tears had long blurred my vision. Funny enough? I wasn’t even noticed. This is the man I have loved with all of me. Here he is, pounding my best friend like his life depended on it. “Shit! That’s it baby,” Sylvia moaned. “Uuhh yea, isshhh, fuck me harder baby.” I couldn’t just stand and watch my boyfriend and my best friend having a good time without doing anything. “Sylvia….?” My voice cracked. “Jack?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. Something else flared in Jack's expression. Surprised? I can’t fathom, but it was gone within a twinkle of an eye. “Gosh! Chloe,” Jack pushed Sylvia off him, tried grabbing my arm. I pulled backward. “Y….what did I just see? No! This is a dream I guess.” I slapped myself real hard to see if I could wake up , maybe I was truly dreaming, but it’s reality. “Seriously, Jack, I thought you said you had broken up with her? What the heck is she doing here? I was about reaching the climax, fuck!” Sylvia smug while arranging her disheveled hair. “Hahahahahaha, well, it's time to let the cat out of the bag. Look Chloe, I never loved you. I started dating you for easy access to Sylvia. She has been the one I have my eyes on and loved, not you” “Am sorry you got to find out this way, I never meant to….” “Shut up you scum bag!” I yelled at him, stood up from the floor and my hand landed real hard on his face. It then occurred to me why Sylvia never wanted to introduce her boyfriend to me. Whenever I am with her and a certain call comes in, she excuses herself to answer the call. The gifts she sings to me that her boyfriend gets for her all the time, the travels, always traveling with the so-called boyfriend, the dinner dates, it’s been Jack all these while. Am just a fool for not finding out on time. “How…. Sylvia….” I was speechless. Stunned. “Oh please save me that stress” “Was I the one that asked you to be blind? Was I the one that told you not to read the handwriting which had been written on the wall? You chose to be daft, how is that my fault? You were foolishly in love without seeing or noticing all these while” “Am more pained that I had to be sharing you with Jack, but it’s over now” “Look here, she is going into shock baby” Sylvia smiled as she stood up, didn’t even bother covering her naked body. They were both stark naked in front of me. She walked towards Jack, pulled him over and started kissing him just right in front of me. The nerves. “I….I….” I wanted to run away but my feet wouldn’t move. The next minute, they were on the bed again fucking each other. Sylvia let out a soft moan and a giggle. She grabbed Jack’s hard dick in her hand and put it inside her mouth while carelessing his balls. Jack let out a loud moan. The fuck was I still watching them. Like….. “Y…. You” I struggled to form words. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. “You promised never to be apart from me.” I said shakily. Jack laughed and groaned softly due to the pleasure he was receiving. My legs were shaking, I lost my stand and collapsed on the floor. “Hold on, just hold on. Who do you think in his rightful senses will date you, Chloe? Who the fuck can stoop so low to you? You better wake up from that slumber of yours!” “What have I ever done to you to deserve this from you? I have always loved you, I have always cared for you with all of me Jack. And what do I get in return? Betrayal!” I said, feeling the tears begin to run down my face. “Tsh…. What have you done to me you ask? Well, you don’t give it to me the way Sylvia always did” Jack chuckled.Chloe’s POV The proposal happened on a normal Tuesday.At least that was what I thought when I walked into the company auditorium for what I assumed was another executive briefing. The hall lights were dimmed slightly, and the employees were already seated. I frowned, wondering why no one had informed me of a scheduled gathering.When I stepped fully inside, the large screen behind the stage flickered to life.Images began to play.Not financial charts.Not company growth statistics.Pictures of Jessica in the incubator.Pictures of me at the office, tired but determined.Clips from board meetings where I stood alone at the head of the table.Photos of Drake in the hospital bed.Then one particular image stayed longer than the rest.Jessica’s tiny hand wrapped around both of ours.My throat tightened.I turned slowly.Drake was standing at the center of the stage.Not in his usual sharp business suit, but in a simple dark ensemble that made him look less like a CEO and more like a ma
Chloe’s POV She looked older in that moment.Smaller.“Jack didn’t deserve prison,” she muttered.I felt something inside me harden.“My sister didn’t deserve death,” I said quietly.The words landed heavier than shouting ever could.For a second, Margaret’s eyes flickered.Not remorse.Recognition.“You still blame us,” she said.“I don’t blame,” I replied. “I remember.”The guard shifted behind her.Time was almost up.“You’ll regret this,” she whispered.“No,” I said calmly. “I won’t.”I stood up slowly.She watched me carefully, her pride refusing to crumble completely.“Enjoy the rest of your life,” I said. “You have plenty of time to think.”I did not wait for her response.As I walked out, I felt lighter.Not because revenge tasted sweet.But because closure did.Margaret no longer haunted me.She was confined.And I was free.They caught Sylvia three weeks later.She had not escaped as cleverly as she thought. Her passport had been flagged. One of the offshore transfers tied
Chloe’s POV The prison smelled of rust and regret.Cold concrete. Metal bars. Echoing footsteps. It was nothing like the polished boardrooms Jack once strutted through as though he owned the world.I wore a simple fitted dress and dark sunglasses even though the sun barely touched the interior visiting area. Not because I needed to hide.Because I wanted to look untouchable.The officer escorted me to the visitor section. A thick glass partition separated inmates from visitors. A phone rested on each side.When they brought him in, I almost didn’t recognize him.Jack looked thinner. The arrogance in his posture had dulled, replaced by something harsher. His hair was shorter. His jaw shadowed with uneven stubble. The prison uniform hung stiffly on his frame.Orange suited him.He saw me and froze.Then his lips curved slowly.“Chloe,” he muttered as he picked up the phone on his side.I lifted mine.“You clean up nicely,” I said sweetly. “The uniform fits you. Really brings out your…
Drake’s POV The house no longer felt divided.For months it had been chaos. Accusations. Betrayal. Memory loss. Prison bars. Hospital monitors. Blood on white sheets.Now there was a different kind of tension.Quieter.Controlled.Earned.Chloe had drawn her line clearly. No kiss. No bed. No intimacy until I was legally severed from Margaret and until justice finished what it started.She had looked me straight in the eye when she said it. No trembling. No seduction. No desperation.Strength.I respected it.I wanted her more because of it.The divorce papers were already in motion. My attorneys worked day and night. Margaret had attempted to contest it at first, but the weight of her criminal charges made her leverage weak. The financial fraud alone was enough to dismantle any sympathy. When the evidence about Hilda surfaced in court, it sealed her fate.Life imprisonment was not just a threat anymore.It was likely.I sat in my office late one evening reviewing the final drafts. My
Chloe’s POV The words were steady. There was no anger in them. Just clarity.“You want me to end it completely,” he said.“Yes.”“And if I do?”“Then maybe,” I answered, “we can begin again.”He stepped back slightly, absorbing my condition.“You don’t trust me,” he said.“I trust what I see,” I replied. “And what I see is that legally, she is still your wife.”He nodded once.“I’ve already spoken to my attorney,” he said quietly. “The divorce is being processed.”I did not react.“I wanted to wait until the sentencing,” he continued. “But if this is what you need…”“It is,” I said.He looked toward the nursery, where Jessica slept peacefully.“She deserves legitimacy,” I added. “She deserves to grow up knowing her mother was never hidden.”His gaze softened at that.“She will,” he said firmly.“And I won’t allow myself to fall into you again until you fix it.”Silence settled between us, heavy but not hostile.He reached for my hand slowly this time. I allowed it.“I accept,” he sai
Chloe’s POV The day of Hilda’s burial was heavy with silence.The sky was gray, not raining, not sunny. Just suspended in stillness, like the world itself was unsure how to respond.I stood beside the casket in a simple black dress that fell loosely over my body. My stomach was still tender from childbirth. My steps were slower. My movements careful. Jessica remained in the hospital under observation, and leaving her even for a few hours felt like tearing something open inside me.But I had to be there.For Hilda.People gathered quietly. Neighbors from our old apartment. A few former colleagues. Some hospital staff who had grown fond of her. Even a few executives from the company stood at a respectful distance.The police were present too.They did not cuff me.They did not restrict me.They simply observed.My charges were still pending. My name was not fully cleared yet. But the public arrest and the recent revelations had shifted the narrative. There were investigations underway
Chloe’s POVThat night, I lay awake long after he left.I stared at the ceiling, listening to the guards outside.The world knew my name now.Not as Chloe.But as a story.And I knew one thing with painful clarity.Nothing would ever be simple again.A month later, the noise finally stopped.My nam
Chloe’s POVLove should not feel like a prison.And if Drake could not learn that, then no amount of desire would save us.Hilda came again in the afternoon.This time, she did not smile when she saw me. She walked in fast, her bag still on her shoulder, her face tight with anger and exhaustion. Th
Chloe’s POVDrake did not come that evening with urgency or hunger.He arrived with calm precision.I knew something was different the moment Mrs. Grace told me he was in the study waiting for me. There was no tension in the house, no sharp movements from the guards, no weight pressing against my c
Drake’s POVTwo days passed without her.Not silence exactly. I knew where she was. I knew what room she slept in. I knew the guards on rotation. I knew the cameras worked. I knew the doors were locked. Still, the distance felt unbearable.I had not gone to her because I was angry. I had not gone b







