He Chose Her I Chose Me

My husband, Keaton, and my adopted sister, Kaylene, betrayed me. I discovered Kaylene was pregnant with his child, a calculated move to secure an heir for the shipping empire my family built and he now controlled.

He painted me as a cold, career-obsessed wife who couldn't give him a child, turning our mutual decision to wait into a weapon against me. When I confronted them, Keaton promised to handle it, but it was just another lie.

His deception ran deeper than I ever imagined. When a violent figure from Keaton' s past emerged, revealing he had used stolen money to marry into my family, Keaton chose to protect his pregnant mistress over me, leaving me to be attacked and seriously injured.

He left me bleeding on the floor of an art gallery, choosing to shield the woman carrying his child-a child that, I would later discover, wasn't even his.

I faked my own death, escaping to Ireland to start a new life, free from his web of lies.

But Keaton, consumed by a twisted obsession after learning the truth, hunted me down. He found me, desperate to reclaim what he had destroyed.

"You're mine, Blair," he growled, his eyes filled with a possessive fire. "Always have been, always will be."

Chapter 1

Blair POV:

The pink line on the pregnancy test stared back at me, mocking the perfect façade Keaton and I had meticulously built. It wasn't mine. It was Kaylene' s. My adopted sister, cradling Keaton' s child. The world tilted on its axis, but I stood firm, the CEO of Clayton Shipping, not some fragile girl.

Kaylene sat across from me in my study, a porcelain doll with wide, innocent eyes. Her hands fluttered over her slightly rounded belly.

"Blair, please," she whispered, her voice a reedy plea. "You have to understand."

I didn't understand. I never would. The woman I' d welcomed into my home, my family, was carrying my husband' s child.

A cold wave washed over me. This wasn't just betrayal; it was an insult. A calculated move in a game I hadn't known I was playing.

"Understand what, Kaylene?" My voice was as sharp as broken glass. "That you' ve destroyed everything?"

She flinched, clutching her stomach. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Keaton… he said he loved me."

I almost laughed. Keaton loved no one but himself and his ambition.

"He said he would leave you," she pressed, tears welling in her eyes, making them seem even larger, more vulnerable. "He promised."

Promises were cheap. Especially Keaton' s.

"And you believed him?" My gaze was unwavering, piercing through her manufactured innocence. "You truly believed he would trade the Clayton empire for… this?"

Her face crumbled. "He said he needed an heir, Blair. He said you couldn't give him one."

The words hit me like a physical blow. The unspoken, festering wound of our childless marriage, now weaponized against me. My hands clenched under the desk.

"That's a lie," I stated, my voice dangerously low. "We chose not to have children yet. It was a mutual decision."

She averted her gaze, tracing patterns on her belly. "He said you were too focused on the company. That you wouldn't slow down for a family."

The audacity. The sheer, unadulterated gall of both of them.

"Get out," I commanded, my patience worn thin. "Get out of my house."

She looked up, her eyes wide with fresh tears. "But where will I go? I have nowhere."

That wasn't my problem. Not anymore.

"That's something you should have considered before you opened your legs for my husband," I retorted, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

Her gasp was theatrical. "How can you be so cruel?"

Cruel? I was simply stating facts.

"The cruelty began when you betrayed my trust, Kaylene," I said, rising from my chair. "Now, leave."

She didn't move, her lower lip trembling. "I'm carrying his child, Blair. Your husband' s child. You can' t just… throw us out."

"Watch me." My voice was devoid of emotion.

Just then, the study door opened. Keaton, impeccably dressed as always, stepped in, his eyes scanning the scene. He saw Kaylene' s tear-streaked face, her hand protectively over her stomach, and then his gaze landed on me, cold and calculating.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

I met his gaze head-on. "Your little secret is out, Keaton."

Kaylene let out a choked sob, burying her face in her hands. Keaton' s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. He walked over to Kaylene, placing a hand on her shoulder, a gesture that sent a fresh wave of nausea through me.

"Blair," he began, his voice a low, persuasive rumble, "let's talk about this rationally."

Rationally? There was nothing rational about this.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "I want a divorce."

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Keaton' s hand dropped from Kaylene' s shoulder. His face, usually so composed, fractured for a split second.

"A divorce?" he repeated, as if the concept was foreign to him. "Don't be ridiculous, Blair. We're a team."

A team? He had just stabbed me in the back.

"Some team," I sneered. "You fucked my sister."

Kaylene whimpered, shrinking further into the armchair. Keaton ignored her, his eyes fixed on me. His expression hardened, and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.

"You're not leaving me, Blair," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, but laced with steel. "Not now, not ever."