The CEO's Secret Son, My Betrayal

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crafted, now thoroughly exposed. My feet carried me through the polished corridors, past the bustling reception, into

nly one number I could call. One person who wouldn't judge,

and broken. "I need you. I n

al voice, laced with concern. "Jacq

falling flat, devoid of emotion.

brain processing, calculating, then dismissing the absurdi

er voice low and serious, "you'r

. "He won't let me go. Not for a second. If I just leave, he'll find me. He'll use eve

s a life free from his toxicity, free from the shadow of his lies." My voice cracked on th

een made, irrevers

m the closet was a cashmere sweater I' d painstakingly knitted for Harrison, a deep forest green, his favorite color. It was

ieces, each cut a severance from a past I no longer recognized. I didn't cry. I didn't feel anything but a cold, burning

' d bought me after I' d landed the Ellis Tower project, and tucked it into an envelope addressed to the foundation for abused women I secretly supported. Let it do some g

ions, the quiet evenings in front of the fireplace. Every smile, every shared glance, now ta

e edges. Our faces distorted, faded, then turned to ash, drifting upwards on the smoke. The memories, once

chimed. I

plan, the new identity. Everything is

ched. "When?"

ou' ll be on the yacht. The 'accident'

d hung in the air

yelids, their happy faces mocking me. The tears came then, hot and silent, tracing paths down my temples into my hair. I sat upright in b

e the window began to soften, turning from inky black to bruised v

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e' d just returned. His scent, a familiar mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely him,

ted, his body radiating a warmth that had once been comforting, now felt like

rong and alive, utterly oblivious to the silent scream trapp