Audrey sat in the backseat of her luxury sedan, staring out the tinted window, one manicured finger gently tapping against her cheek as her lips curled into a smug smile. Her phone, resting delicately in her palm, still displayed the last message she’d received screenshots of emails, secret property documents, and backdoor transactions. All tied back to Xander. All proof of his calculated betrayal.She had stumbled upon it by accident or so it seemed. In truth, Audrey had never stopped watching June. Not because she cared, but because she was waiting for a moment like this. June had always been a thorn in her side too confident, too favored, too adored even in her flaws. And now, to see her once again make the same mistake falling blindly in love with a man who only saw her as a means to an end it was almost poetic.Audrey laughed softly, leaning her head back against the leather seat. “So this is what June’s beloved husband is up to,” she whispered to herself. “Secretly turning over
The nightclub was glowing with energy neon lights blinked in sync with the deep bass that rumbled through the floor. The velvet-roped VIP section shimmered with laughter, perfume, and smoke, but in the midst of all the glitz, Xander sat hunched over his drink, the ice in his whiskey melting slowly like the mask he wore every day.His friends Malik, Terrence, and Raymond had been there from the beginning. They'd grown up together in privilege, forged their brotherhood in parties, schools, scandals, and secrets. They were used to seeing Xander with a woman on each arm, always in control. But tonight, they noticed something different. His silence was heavier than the music. His smile, forced. His energy, erratic.Malik finally spoke up, nudging him slightly. “Yo, man. You good? You’ve been quiet the whole night. You should be floating new wife, company under your belt, legacy secured. This should be the highlight of your life.”Xander let out a dry laugh, finishing the last of his drink.
June stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, carefully brushing her hair. A peaceful smile played on her lips as her hand instinctively moved to her belly. Just days ago, she had cried tears of joy alone in the bathroom stall of her doctor’s office. Now she was carrying the child of the man she had grown to trust and love, the man who had saved her from heartbreak or so she thought.She turned as the door opened, her heart leaping slightly at the sound of Xander’s footsteps.“There’s my handsome husband,” she said softly, her voice glowing with warmth.Xander stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his face freshly shaved, the very image of the perfect partner. He forced a smile, one he’d perfected over the years just the right mix of affection and calm.“You look beautiful,” he said, walking toward her.June blushed, looking down. “It must be the pregnancy glow.”He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, his hand brushing over her
Xander stared blankly at the half empty glass of whiskey in his hand, the swirling amber liquid catching the warm light of the desk lamp. His heart was pounding against his ribs, a sickening rhythm of panic and confusion. He tried to reason with himself he had done everything right. Every step of the plan had gone perfectly. But now this… a baby. A child that might be his. A child he never intended.His fingers trembled as he reached for his phone, scrolling to the contact labeled simply Dad. He hesitated for a second before pressing Call. The line rang twice before the deep, gravelly voice of his father came through.“Xander,” the voice said, curt and steady. “What is it?”“There’s a problem,” Xander said, his voice low and tight. “June… she’s pregnant.”There was silence on the other end for a moment. “What do you mean she’s pregnant?”“She told me today,” Xander replied, standing and pacing across the study floor. “She’s excited. She thinks we’re going to raise the child together.
The morning sun streamed softly through the bedroom windows as June stood before the mirror, gently pressing a hand against her slightly swollen stomach. For days, she had dismissed the symptoms—bloatedness, slight nausea, a strange but familiar tiredness that clung to her bones. At first, she thought it was stress or the whirlwind of meetings and responsibilities that had become her life ever since her marriage to Xander and the transfer of her company’s control. But something deep within her, almost instinctual, urged her to get checked.So that morning, she quietly booked an appointment at the private hospital she trusted. The waiting room was silent, the walls white and sterile, yet June’s heart raced louder than the ticking clock above her. She sat, nervously clutching her handbag, her fingers trembling as she waited for the nurse to call her in.When her name was finally called, she stood up slowly, her heels clicking gently against the floor as she followed the nurse into the e
Months after their grand wedding, life seemed nothing short of perfect for June. She woke up each day next to Xander feeling blessed, loved, and deeply cared for. He had made the transition into married life seamless. Always present, always supportive, and always saying the right things. He picked up responsibilities at her company like he had been born to lead. When she handed him the title of CEO, it had been with full trust and gratitude. After all, he only wanted to ease her burden or so he said. She believed every word, because for once in her life, someone appeared to choose her without conditions.Xander played his role flawlessly. He was loving, attentive, and generous with his time and affection. He prepared her breakfast, showed up to her events, and whispered encouragement into her ears at night. But behind that smooth charm and seemingly perfect partnership, Xander had already begun the next phase of his silent conquest. Slowly and carefully, he started redirecting her ass