LOGINChloe’s POV
My heart slammed in my chest as our eyes locked. Drake’s face hardened instantly, a storm brewing behind his gaze. He looked at me like the ground had just shifted beneath him, like he’d just stumbled onto something he wasn’t ready to face. For a moment, no one said a word. The world froze, sound and movement dulled, until Jack’s friend broke the silence first, grinning as if nothing was wrong. “Chloe, it’s so good to see you. Man, I didn’t even know you and Jack were done. He never said a word.” Jack stiffened beside him, his jaw tightening. His voice snapped like a whip. “Shut up.” I turned my glare on him, the bitterness bubbling inside me spilling over. “Of course he wouldn’t say anything. Why would he? Telling the truth isn’t one of his strengths.” Jack’s expression darkened as he stepped closer, lowering his voice like he could still control me. “Don’t embarrass me here, Chloe.” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and hollow. “Embarrass you? You embarrassed yourself when you fucked my best friend.” His friend froze, his smile dying instantly. His eyes went wide as the truth sank in. “Wait… what? Jack, are you serious?” The air grew suffocatingly tense. All eyes shifted to Jack, who swallowed hard but didn’t deny it. Drake’s gaze snapped to his son like a blade, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. Then slowly, his eyes returned to me. There was shock there, yes, but beneath it, something else. Something darker. Desire, raw and unguarded, flickered in his stare like a dangerous flame he couldn’t mask. Jack tried to save face, reaching for me, his hand closing around my arm. “Let’s talk in private.” I yanked my arm free, my voice cold and sharp. “Don’t touch me, we’re done. I want nothing to do with you.” And then, I turned toward Drake. The anger in me softened, replaced by something frighteningly real, something I couldn’t hold back anymore. My voice trembled, but my words cut with conviction. “I don’t want Jack. Not anymore. He betrayed me. He broke me. But you…” My throat burned as I locked eyes with him. “You’re the one I want.” His chest rose and fell, his breaths heavy, uneven. His expression darkened, as if every word I spoke was tearing him apart. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered, his voice low, dangerous. But I didn’t falter. I couldn’t. “I know exactly what I’m saying,” I pushed back, my words spilling out like fire. “I’ve never felt the way I felt with you that night. I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t care that you’re his father. I don’t care about anything else. I want you.” Jack’s friend’s mouth hung open in shock. Jack, on the other hand, exploded, dragging a hand down his face as he cursed loudly. “Are you fucking crazy, Chloe?” he barked. “That’s my father!” I turned on him, my chest heaving, my voice fierce. “Then maybe you should have thought about what you were doing with Sylvia before you lost me. Because you did. You lost me.” He turned to his friend “Don’t try to believe anything she said. She is hallucinating because I broke up with her. She isn’t in her rightful senses.” Then he turned to me. “Chloe, I understand you are going through heartbreak hence why you said this. But you have to be careful with what you say.” Drake’s eyes never left mine. For a long, heavy second, no one spoke. It was just him and me, standing in the middle of a storm that could destroy everything. Finally, his voice cut through the silence, hoarse and strained. “This… this can’t happen.” But I stepped closer, trembling, yet steady in my resolve. “It already has.” Jack thought I was hallucinating, he never thought of me having anything to do with his father. But he failed because I already slept with his father. Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, my sheets twisted around me. My body was restless, my mind refusing to shut down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. His eyes. His voice. The hunger in the way he looked at me, like he wanted me and hated himself for it all at once. So when my phone buzzed and I saw an unknown number light up the screen, my breath caught. A single message. Come to the hotel. Room 406. I didn’t hesitate. I knew it was him.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 POV He left me. He left me to suffer. He left me when I needed him the most."You don't have any right to touch me, Drake. You don't have any right!" I yelled at him.His face still turned to the side and it suddenly met mine. His emerald eyes pierced mine so hard."I am sorry. I am sorry.
Chloe’s POV Two guys came in with Sylvia too.They came to me and untied me. I ended up on the floor and one of the guys held my both hands flat on the floor while the second spread my legs apart.Sylvia was the one with the phone recording everything."This is enough to ruin your life after takin
Chloe’s POV "That’s enough, Sylvia. I didn't say you could hurt her!" Jack yelled, grabbing Sylvia's hair and shoving her to the floor and he came closer to me.His hand was wrapped around my neck. "No, Jack. Please don’t hurt her. You can't!" Hilda weeped. He snapped his eyes to Hilda’s direction
Chloe’s POV I didn't listen to Mrs. Grace and I don't care if I got killed either. It's my sister we are talking about here. I don't even know what I will do with my life if I learned that she had been tortured. Of course, she has been. In the picture, it looked like she had been beaten to a pulp.







