Divorced and Betrayed: The Billionaire's Regret

e he snores beside her. But there I was, in our sprawling penthouse overlooking the glittering skyline of New York, my heart pounding like a drum in my ch

ing sweeter-perfume, maybe? He'd kissed my forehead absently before co

ng billionaire CEO of Harrington Enterprises, the kind of man who turned heads with his sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and that effortless confidence that came from old money and new power. I was just a graphic designer from a modest family,

nausea I'd been fighting for weeks, the secret I hadn't shared yet because I wanted it to be perfect. I was pregnant. Twins, the doctor had said during my discreet app

h other. Or so I thought. The first thread that caught my eye was from "S. Marketing.

. Miss you already. We

n's reply: You know I wi

a selfie with him. Serena. My best friend since college. The one who'd intr

the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before I retched. The cold porcelain grounded me as tears

green eyes, hair a messy tangle of brown waves. I looked broken. But inside, so

I slipped back under the covers, pretending to sleep. Morning came too soon, sunlight piercing t

d, forcing a smil

-confirmation of the pregnancy. I tucked it away safely. Then, I called my lawyer, an old fa

need divorce

m. "I'll have them read

rences. And adultery,

what I could without alerting him-enough to get by for a few months. Then, I packed. Not everything, just essentials: clothes, my laptop, a few cherished photos of my

crets, dreams, heartbreaks. How could she? I resisted the urge to ca

s quick: Sur

tc

h espresso. She arrived looking flawless, as always-tailored blazer, heels that clicked authori

e, open to their messages. Her f

matter. H

voice. "Six months. It just happe

n me. "You were my maid of honor. You watched m

. Ethan... he said your marriage was

ing sickness while he sneaks around with you?

to her mouth.

d, tossing cash for the coffee I hadn't

strians-but I felt numb. Back at the penthouse, I waited. Mark delive

olut

papers on the coffee table. "What's this?" He picked them up, sca

about

g his temples. "It was a mista

me alone while I-" I stopped, not read

talk. Counsel

n. Or I'll make this public. Your

nd trembling. "Wh

from

used to. The room was small, the bed lumpy, but it was mine. I curled up, hand

tight. I freelance designed during the day, building a portfolio that showcased my talent-something Ethan had always dismissed as a hobby. Nights were harder, the loneliness

enough to start fresh, close enough if I needed to return. The divorce finalized quickly-Ethan didn't

cross-country in her beat-up SUV, blasting breakup anthems. "To

t it had character: creaky floors, a view of the El train rumbling by. The job paid decently, enough to cover prenatal visits. T

os on my balcony, my phone buz

n's business rival, CEO of Langston Tech. "I heard about

you get m

I know talent when I see it. Your designs are brillian

but intrigue

gs. And sticking it to

rising myself.

rting as lead designer. Victor was nothing like Ethan: older, gruff, but fair

hed ideas that landed major clients, earning promotions. Whisp

m for legal reasons. "Elena, please. I miss

oolly. "I'm building

bies-wait,

smiling. Le

a stunning emerald gown that hugged my bump. Heads turned. Victor in

to his lips. Serena clung to his arm, but he shrugg

lly. But don't worry

"I want to be par

urned away, linking arms w

empowered. Betrayed? Yes. But brok

shady deals that could ruin him. And me? I was about to uncover my own heritage-a forgotten inhe

his eyes. Revenge wasn't about des