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My husband, Andreas, a brilliant architect, handed me a small bottle on our fifth wedding anniversary. He said they were custom vitamins for my health.
But a doctor' s appointment revealed a horrifying truth: they were potent birth control pills, making conception impossible. My world shattered when the doctor, a colleague of Andreas, revealed he had another wife, Annabelle, and they' d just had a baby boy.
Then, I overheard Andreas telling his best friend, Mark, that he loved me but couldn' t abandon Annabelle, his childhood friend, who was now the mother of his heir. He chillingly stated, "She gets me. And that's enough. I'll make sure she never has a child. Annabelle will have my heir. Jewel will have my love. It's the only way."
My five-year marriage was a lie. I was the other woman, slowly being erased. The thought was humiliating, absurd.
I stumbled out of the hospital, my mind reeling. I knew Andreas was possessive and wouldn' t let me go willingly. I needed help. My fingers, shaking, scrolled to a name I hadn' t called in ten years: Cassidy Farrell, my high school flame.
"That offer... to help me disappear... is it still good?" I whispered.
Chapter 1
It was our fifth wedding anniversary.
Andreas Cordova, my husband, handed me a small bottle.
"Your supplements, Jewel."
He smiled, a perfect, charming smile that had once made my world turn. He was a brilliant architect, a man everyone admired. To me, he was just my husband.
"Thanks, Andy," I said, taking the pills with a glass of water.
For the past two years, he had given me these "custom vitamins" every day. He said they were for my health, to keep me strong while I worked on my indie films. I never questioned it. I trusted him completely.
But lately, I’d been feeling off. Tired all the time, a strange ache in my stomach. So I made a doctor's appointment, bringing the bottle with me just in case.
Dr. Evans looked at the pills, then at the lab report from my bloodwork. Her expression was serious.
"Mrs. Cordova," she started, her voice gentle. "These aren't vitamins."
I waited.
"They're a very potent form of birth control."
The room went silent. The air felt thick, hard to breathe.
"What?" I heard myself say. "That's not possible. We're trying for a baby."
"These pills would make that impossible," she said, her eyes full of pity. "They're designed for long-term use, to ensure there is no chance of conception."
My mind went blank. It didn't make sense. Andreas loved me. He wanted a family as much as I did. We talked about our future children, what their names would be, what they would look like.
"There must be a mistake," I insisted, my voice trembling. "My husband wouldn't..."
Dr. Evans sighed. She seemed hesitant.
"Jewel... I know your husband. Andreas."
I looked up, confused.
"I'm a colleague of his. From the firm. Well, my husband works there. We attend the same company events."
A cold feeling started to creep up my spine.
"A few days ago, there was a celebration at the hospital. For the new pediatric wing his firm designed."
She paused, then took a deep breath.
"He was there. With his wife."
The word hung in theair. Wife. I was his wife.
"I don't understand," I whispered.
"His wife, Annabelle Downs," Dr. Evans said, her voice dropping lower. "They just had a baby boy. Andreas was holding him. Everyone was congratulating them."
She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture from a social media page. It was a group photo. Andreas was in the center, beaming. In his arms was a newborn baby. Standing next to him, her hand on his arm, was a woman I recognized. Annabelle. The "childhood friend" he sometimes mentioned, the daughter of a close family friend. He always said she was like a sister to him.
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