My Fiancé's Ultimate Deception

nant with my fiancé Coleton's twins. But when I star

bies alone on the c

e one. Later, I found out why: Annis, his ex-girlfrien

r children, he forced me to post a public apology to Annis for "harassing" them with my emergency calls. He ev

ausing me to fall and get a concussion. Later, I found them in our be

asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

nd saw a stranger. This time, there would be no tears, no second chances. I took the pre-nup he signed ye

was a stark contrast to the frantic beat of my heart. Every tick of the clock fel

easy, confident stride that always turned heads. His eyes, usually sharp and

he thought was reassurance. He walked over,

he said, his voice a low rumb

in. A cold wave washed over me. I pulled back, alm

hovering in the air

e asked. The concern in his tone

e faint, reddish mark just beneath his jawline. It was small, almost hidden

ick

g. My silence hung heavy in the ai

at happened..." he started, his voice a little too casual. "The docto

age. The loss that had left me em

ough in my throat. My voice was barely a whisper. "I calle

n silent. Annis was having a panic attack about her settlement. I couldn't just abandon her. Besides, Dr. Evans said the

wasn't mourning. He was relieved. Relieved that my "p

to recoil, to scream. But I just stood there, letting his finge

en is for the best?" My voic

healthy." He paused, then dropped his voice. "And look, I know you're upset. Annis reached out to me. She saw those rumors online about why I wasn't w

nis. Even my gri

ed, the word tasting

pt me away from you. It's unfair. She's been through a lot." He looked up,

ne. You can post an apology, clear the air. Tell people you lost the babi

. His face was already composed into a sympathetic,

my body refusing to coopera

quick one. We'll show everyone we're united." He adjusted the angle aga

red, I saw the preview. He was smiling broadly, but my face was half-hidden, a blurr

triumphant glint in his eyes. "Just what we need. Post this with

," I said, the word a

No? What do y

f something, maybe anger, maybe bewilderment, crossed his

pecially if they involved me. "It's unprofessional, Clarissa," he'd always said. "Keep our r

s. It was always about Annis. My heart twis