billionaire mistress

Susan's POV]

"I'm sorry, Susan. I just can't do this anymore..." Jack's words left me pale.

"What do you mean, Jack?" I asked, hoping to confirm what he had just told me.

"I can't disobey my parents, Susan. I'm sorry, but I tried. I'm really sorry; this couldn't work out..." he said, hanging up the call before I could even utter another word.

My grip loosened on my phone as it hit the ground, smashing into pieces. My legs gave way, crumbling down as the realization hit me.

"Jack just broke up with me. No, this can't be... No! I must be dreaming, right?" I mumbled, tears slowly flowing down my face.

My hands gathered the shattered pieces of the phone, trying to put them back together.

"No, it can't be. I have to call him. I have to call Jack; he can't do this... Why would he...?"

But what was I doing? The phone was already ruined. I shouldn't have thrown it in the first place. I'm sure Jack must have made a mistake, right? He must have...

"Susan Anderson!" A yell caught my attention, echoing around the room.

Managing a proper gaze, I caught sight of the CEO's secretary approaching me, accompanied by two of the company's bodyguards.

Her eyes met mine as I tried standing back up, but before I could even give a proper stance, I felt a sharp sting on my face, which almost caused me to stumble back. My hands covered my cheek.

"You bitch! You must think you're smart!" the secretary spat, glaring at me with disgust.

"What do you mean, Mrs. Smith?" I asked, only to witness her drawing out some newspaper which she flung at me, scattering through the air as one landed on my face.

Holding it up to check what was written there, my eyes widened in shock as my grip loosened, and the paper slipped from my fingers, fluttering down.

"Lovie Groups of Companies launched a new product called 'Mother's Love'," the caption read.

How is this possible? This can't be... Just how?

"You care to explain that, Susan? I must say I have suspected you right from the very day... Finally, I have proof," I heard the secretary say, a grin painting on her lips.

"But Mrs. Smith... How is this possible? How did they steal our idea?" I asked.

Lovie Group was our rival company, always trying to bring our company down, but seeing what read in the newspapers... They had just launched the product which was an idea I had created last week. How is this possible?

"Oh, so now you're just going to fake it, right? Yeah, you can't escape this one, surely. Has nobody told you that you're a bad actress? You're asking how they got the idea. Isn't it obvious? You sold it to them," she accused.

"Mrs. Smith, I didn't sell the idea to them. I can never do that," I insisted.

"Whatever. You're fired, Susan Anderson. I want you to pack your stuff and leave," she said as she turned to walk away.

"Please, Mrs. Smith... please. I can prove it. I didn't do such a thing. Why would..." I pleaded, the tears which had seized before now began to pour down my face. My vision blurred as I recalled the sting of the slap on my cheek, but I noticed a pause in her steps as her gaze turned back to me. A flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe it wasn't over as I thought; maybe I still had a chance to keep my job. But the words that left the secretary's lips shattered the little hope I had.

"And yeah, what was I even saying? You don't have anything. All of your belongings, every single thing, are the company's property. And currently, you're trespassing. Guards, throw her out," she commanded. In that moment, I felt a grasp on my arm.

As one of the guards tightened his grip, forcing me forward.

"Please... no! Just please listen to me. Please hear me out, Mrs. Smith..." I pleaded, but my words seemed to have little effect. Each and every employee of the company glared at me as I was dragged towards the company doorstep, a forceful push from the bodyguard almost caused me to fall into the street. My hand wrapped around my stomach as I stumbled, scraping my hands against the ground.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" A woman shouted, rushing to my aid to help me up as she scolded the bodyguard.

But that was not what I needed at that moment; she was only making things worse. I couldn't lose my job-it was the only livelihood I had.

"Are you alright, dear? I hope he didn't hurt you..." I heard the woman ask, but her words felt like a distant murmur to my ears. I didn't realize when I had gotten back on my feet. My legs trembled as I tried taking small steps. Glancing back at the company, I distanced myself further. It was already evening, with the sun set and the street turning dark.

My hands remained wrapped around my stomach, feeling a slight glimpse of pain. The doctor had just informed me yesterday that I was one month pregnant.

This was supposed to be a happy time, but why did it feel like my world was only crashing down even more? Was I really going to bring the baby into a world I couldn't hold together?

Why would Jack do this to me? His parents had never liked me from the very beginning; I had even heard his mother gossiping and saying horrible things about me.

But Jack was always there. He had always defended me, and now, after five years of being together, he said this. What about all the words, the hope? "Don't worry, Susan. Once I get this job, we'll get married and have a lovely family..." he had said, right? So, what happened all of a sudden?

I found myself standing at my house doorstep as I slowly made my way in.

The house only seemed to bring back memories of Jack and me-the lovely ones and the bad. Now, all that remained were the shattered pieces of our broken dreams. We had rented this house together and had even started saving money to buy our own. But yeah, that wasn't happening anymore now, was it?

Wiping the little tears that crumbled, I took the stairs as I approached my room, grasping the doorknob as I opened the door. Walking in, my gaze rose, but what I saw left me pale.

"Who... are you?" I questioned, catching sight of a lady laying on my and Jack's bed.

A creak from the bathroom door made me turn as I caught sight of Jack stepping out, a towel wrapped around his hips. His eyes met mine in an instant, and they widened.