All Chapters of DEADLY SEDUCTION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

When the door closed, silence filled the room again — thick, suffocating.Elena stared at the ceiling, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.She remembered that night — the storm, the guilt, the way his voice had whispered her namelike a secret.She’d told herself it was madness, a mistake, something to be buried under denial and morning-after shame.But it wasn’t gone.It was growing inside her.Her hand trembled as she reached for the glass of water on the table. Malik caught it before itspilled.“Elena,” he said softly, crouching beside her bed. “What did the doctor mean?”She couldn’t look at him. “He meant what you think he meant.”Malik’s brow furrowed. “Who?”Her answer came out on a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.I don’t think you will like to know this one.He leaned back slowly, processing. Not disgusted — just stunned. “And Alex has no idea.”She shook her head. “No. And he can’t. Not yet.”Malik was quiet for a long moment, then stood, pacing once. “You don’

Alex sat in his office long after the building emptied out. The skyline outside was dark, glassand light bleeding together into a blur he didn’t really see. His jacket hung over the back of thechair, his tie half-loosened. The hospital receipt was still in his pocket, folded and unfolded somany times that the paper had gone soft.He had built his whole life around control — numbers, meetings, contracts, a perfect wife, aperfect home.And yet one line on a medical bill had reduced all of it to noise.A quiet knock pulled him out of his thoughts.“Come in.”It was Daniel.Old friend, sometimes business partner, always the one person who saw through the polish.Daniel walked in carrying two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.“You look like hell,” he said, sitting down opposite him. “What happened?”Alex stared at the glass Daniel set in front of him but didn’t touch it. “She was pregnant,” hesaid finally. “And she ended it.”Daniel froze, the glass halfway to his mouth. “Elena?”Alex

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he whispered. “I’m asking you to remember that beforeeverything else — the lies, the fights, the silence — we were real.”Her lips parted slightly. “I don’t know if I can.”“Then let me try,” he said. “Just once more.”The rain outside grew heavier, filling the silence. She stood there, her pulse hammering againstthe soft press of his thumb. He smelled faintly of butter and regret — warm and human andpainfully familiar.When his other hand lifted to her face, she didn’t stop him. His thumb traced her cheekbone,then the edge of her jaw, slow enough that she could feel the apology in every motion.“Elena,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “I’m so sorry.”Her breath hitched. His voice was softer than she remembered. It felt like the version of himshe’d fallen in love with before life turned them into strangers.For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared — the betrayals, the secrets, the ache that sat likea ghost between them. The

Alex froze where he stood. The room suddenly felt smaller — or maybe it was Elena’s voice,sharp enough to slice through every layer of calm he tried to wear.“Elena,” he started again, softer this time, “please… don’t twist this into something it’s not.”She laughed once, quietly. Not from amusement, but disbelief. “Twist what, Alex? The lies? Thephone calls you take in the hallway? The late nights that don’t add up?”He took a cautious step forward. “It’s not what you think—”“Then tell me what it is!” Her voice cracked. “Because I’m tired of guessing.”He didn’t answer.That silence — heavy, trembling — said everything.Elena turned away, her fingers trembling as she reached for her phone on the dresser. But hewas quicker; his hand closed over hers before she could touch it.“Elena,” he said, his grip firm but not forceful, “I’m not your enemy.”She looked up at him then — really looked — and for a moment, she almost believed him.Almost. Because behind those eyes, beneath all th

The therapist spoke softly. “You’re both clinging to different versions of the same marriage. Onebuilt on control. The other on illusion.”She looked at them both, eyes steady. “If you want a future, you’ll have to destroy both versionsfirst.”The room fell quiet again — the kind of silence that follows truth.Elena stared down at her lap, her hands trembling slightly. For the first time in months, shedidn’t feel angry. Just exposed.Alex reached out, slowly, and this time, she didn’t pull away. His fingers brushed hers —tentative, searching.It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t even hope.It was something smaller.A beginning, maybe.The rain began just as they reached the penthouse. It tapped softly against the glass walls,turning the city lights into a blur of gold and gray. From up here, Paris looked like a secret—onethat only revealed itself when the world below went quiet.They carried the silence of the therapist's office back into the apartment, a silence heavier thanany ar