The CEO's Secret Son, My Betrayal

I finally got the news I' d been dreaming

Ellis, had a secret. A five-year-old son with his high scho

private island he promised our baby to his other son. His entire family celebrated the boy's birthd

e was a lie, every touch a performance. I was just a placeholder in a life t

from his world of lies, I h

h, leaving him with only a pregnancy report a

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yn Spen

oded into a million tiny, poisonous shards, each one design

f I could grasp onto something, anything, to steady myself. The room spun, the polished marble floor tilting precariously beneath my feet. A cold sweat drenched me,

n, suffocating blackout, pulling me down into a void whe

erfumes of our home. A nurse hovered over me, her face a blur of concern. "You're awake, Mrs. Ellis. Y

y voice was a croa

you have some wonderful news." She smiled, a bright, knowing smile that made my st

quel

perfectly tailored suit disheveled, his golden hair a mess. He was supposed to be in a crucial board meetin

to reality. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were wide with fear, scanning my face for any

ems she's just experiencing some earl

ison froze, then his gaze snapped to mine, a slow, dawning real

his voice thick with disbe

nored calls, his corporate empire momentarily forgotten. The man who moved mountains with a sin

leaning over me, his breath warm on my cheek. "Jacquely

man who commanded respect and fear in equal measure, who could stare d

twisted a knife in my chest. It hurt more than any physical p

wanted to scream. "Or are yo

left my lips. Beca

ny Bra

ancial file. A boy, no older than five, with Harrison's unmistakable eyes and the same mischievous tilt to his smile. And Britt, radiant besid

fidelity and impeccable family values, had a secret son. A son with his high school sweetheart. This wa

of failed fertility treatments, of whispered hopes and crushing disappointments. After countless

nother one.

n't the morning sickness. It was the sickening reality of my s

ely there, a hand on my forehead. "You

his hand away. "Just... can

ulsing, emptying itself of everything until only bitter nothingness remained. Harrison held bac

licker of the old love, the desperate, blinding love, tried to seep back into my veins. For a moment, a foolish, desperate mome

rted. "Har

e we were in. He glanced at the screen, a flicker of somethi

d away from my hair. "I have to tak

ed kiss on the forehead, and stepped

n the silent room. My phone, lying forgotten on the bedside

s a p

ison's back, a triumphant smile plastered across her face. They were at a sprawling amusement park, brightly colored rides blurring in the background. His eyes, the same

e photo was stark, bru

he. The cold sweat returned, but this time, it was from a differ

broken, was now