FROZEN ROMANCE

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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Allison Palmer had just wrapped up her world tour when the media announced her pregnancy.

Paparazzi snapped photos of her husband Braydon Saunders heading to the hospital for a prenatal checkup with some mysterious woman.

Everyone assumed that woman was Allison.

After all, Braydon's love for her was common knowledge.

The heir to Eldoria's elite circle had pursued this figure skater for three full years.

He remained chaste and showed unwavering devotion until he finally married her.

No one could imagine such deep affection leading to infidelity.

But Allison knew better than anyone that she was not pregnant at all.

She figured it was just fake news and brushed it off as she headed to the Saunders residence for the planned dinner.

Right outside the door, she overheard Braydon's voice. "I already had someone pull the trending topic. We can't let Allison get suspicious."

His mother, Madison Saunders, just gave a cold laugh. "It might be good if she finds out. She's too focused on her career to have kids. Plenty of women would step up to carry on the Saunders line."

"Mom, Allison is the only one in my heart. Kathleen and I was just a mistake. Once the baby arrives, we'll cut ties completely. Please stop meddling."

...

Allison stood frozen outside the door as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. It chilled her to the core and made her teeth chatter.

She could not believe it. The Braydon who loved her so fiercely had gotten another woman pregnant.

She remembered how he practiced skating just to get close to her back then. He bruised himself so bad from all the falls.

He followed her to every competition and cheered wildly from the stands with flowers in hand.

Even after they started dating and he took over the family business with barely a moment to breathe, he still recorded videos to cheer her on during her overseas events.

When they tried to set him up with an arranged business marriage, he went on a hunger strike and ended up in the hospital on an IV drip.

Allison could never forget how he lay there weak on the hospital bed, gripping her hand tight with a raspy but resolute voice. "Allison, no one but you. I won't have anyone else."

Those searing promises still echoed in her ears as if they had happened yesterday.

How had it all soured so fast?

She refused to accept it.

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding.

She wiped the tears from her face and pushed the door open with a calm expression and a smile. "Honey, I'm home."

A flicker of panic crossed Braydon's eyes, but he recovered quickly and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Allison, I missed you so much."

Madison switched to a warm smile right away. "Good to have you back. Let's eat."

They prepared that meal just to welcome Allison home. Every dish on the table was her favorite, clearly arranged by Braydon on purpose.

Throughout dinner, he barely touched his own food and kept piling hers higher with a tone full of concern. "Eat more. You've gotten so thin from all the exhaustion."

His genuine worry almost convinced Allison that what she heard earlier was just her imagination.

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