My Fiancé's Ultimate Deception

ant with my fiancé Coleton's twins. But he secretly t

is ex-girlfriend,

o post a public apology to Annis for causing her "drama." He even used my phone to flirt with her, pla

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

asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

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

pte

ntrast to the frantic beat of my heart. Every tick of the clock felt like a hammer blow against

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

ut what happened..." he started, his voice a little too casual.

d my pregnancy, our pregnancy, just two days ago. The hig

ords feeling foreign and rough in my

. "Yes, Clarissa. Dr. Evans explained the risks. Given your condition, i

een the report. The embryos were healthy. They were healthy. He hadn'

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

is for my health?" My voice

look, I know you're upset. Annis reached out to me. She saw those stories circulating online. She's really distressed by th

Alway

the word tasting li

taken down, but some people are still talking. It's really unfair to Annis. She' s been through

icture. A nice one. You can post an apology, clear the ai

. 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

mphant glint in his eyes. "Just what we need. Post this with a caption.

," I said, the word a

No? What do y

f something, maybe anger, maybe bewilderment, crossed his

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

s. It was always about Annis. My heart twis