Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Betrayed
I blinked several times refusing to believe the scene unfolding before my own eyes. Was I seeing things? Had my mind been playing tricks on me? My doubts faded seeing as the longer I stared at the horror in front of me, the more of a reality it had become.

The excitement that I felt rushing over to the highest floor of this building began to dissipate. The papers I held in my hand slowly began to drop in defeat at my side.

“Congratulations! You’re pregnant.” The doctor’s congratulations gradually disappeared only to be replaced by the sound of my crashing, aching heart pounded deafeningly within my ears. My blood, sizzling with anger yet rancid with pain, coursed through my veins as my vision began to cloud up with unshed tears at what had been witnessing.

The scantily dressed red head that I had known all too well had been closely pressed against the chest of my husband of six months as he held her in his embrace. I watched in mortification as he stared down at her in yearning and glee at her return. His ex that jilted him at the alter!

The glass of his office door spared no concealment of their actions allowing me to view in full strife.

I should have know that this would happen. That Dante Crawford could love none but himself and his runaway ex- bride.

Blinking away the burning tears from my eyes, I took in a breath despite it being difficult to overlook the compressed feeling in my chest. I pushed open the door determined to break this little scene apart. My one hand clutched my newly found information at my side while the other cleared the way for me to enter.

The nerve of both of them. Neither one of them appeared to be remotely ashamed especially my dear husband but why should he? This was all a contract to him anyways. The clauses of which he could easily violate.

“What on earth is going on in here?” I managed to illicit the right amount of rancor and anger without letting my hurt sl*p through the cracks.

to sp*ak to you about this but lucky you’ve arrived in time.” Dante spoke as casually as he could and not like I actually deserved a genuine explanation of what the hell was

him to speak further in hopes

want a divorce.” For a moment I thought that I had misheard him, that those words

off guard. My gaze darted

hated Pheobe after what she had done to him. After all the backlash he had to face and the wrath of his father that push him in

she could place a supporting hand on his blazer clad

and I’ve decided to forgive her.” Dante explained as the woman beside him tried to contain

eyes away from her and looked to him. “But

demeanour was not like him but obviously he would believe

“I have something to tell you but-“ my eyes darted to Pheobe. “I’d

say in front of Pheobe.” He responded abruptly and for a

him. The man who I married to save from being torn apart in a scandal. It was not like we

rushed over here in excitement to tell him had been dead. I was never going to mention such a vital thing to him in front of Pheobe who

Dante would probably want nothing to do with this child considering how enraptured he is by the return of his

prompted impatiently as she carassed Dante’s arm. “Spit

thought, I change my mind.” I muttered