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Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 826 | Released on: 04/01/2026

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nt door

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lked further into the room. "You do

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ng impact on her knees. She snatched the test up, shovin

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sh, Julia

ur hand,

acked against the wardrobe now. Sweat pricked at her h

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e gasped.

down at her, confusion

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sitting on the floor. She kept the plastic stick balled tight in h

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you need

. "Just... painki

ace was genuinely pale from the morning sickne

sweat on her brow, the shaking hands. He let out a

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could smell the stale scotch and the faint, cloying scent

ered, squeezing her eyes

id, but there wa

he mattress. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rou

o his usual coldness to mask the moment of intimacy. "How are y

ce into the pillow.

looked at her curled form, at the fi

said darkly. "Don't let me find

d and wa

Then she scrambled into the bathroom. She smoothe

hen shoved it deep into the bottom of the t

spered to the empty room.

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Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye

Cait Billionaires

“I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant. But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over. "Sign it," He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise. I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth. "It's just cramps," I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could. Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus. Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down. He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach.”