The Unwanted Wife's Secret Pregnancy

Chapter 3

Word Count: 683 | Released on: 01/06/2026

gany desk in the study. She closed the

d up, turned off the desk lamp, and walked out

ed open. Heavy footsteps so

arlisle w

m pull at his silk tie, loosening it from his co

lored suit jacket and toss

was the sharp smell of alcohol mixed

edarwood, Corrin sme

istinct note of S

Beaumont's c

d. The floor beneath

watched Grayson walk to the minibar and pour

swallow. He turned around and fi

g strides closed the distance in seconds. He boxed her in

e. He frowned. "Why are you st

xed with the alcohol on his breath. Corrin's stomach

garbage personnel proposals,"

's eyes turned sharp. The exhaustion va

ed against her jawline. The touch was i

ing up," Grayson muttered. "Lachlan is l

will handle it. I will cut off Lachlan's reach

chuckle vibrated in his chest. "Y

im, she was just a machine. A we

e in the crook of her neck. He took a deep

ashed over her. Corrin's fingers cu

said, her voice a perfectly smooth, icy blade. She tilted her head slightl

gid. The arm resting a

ked away from her, his eye

n said. His voice was perfectly even. "Some

perfect profile. Sh

tter taste in her mo

. "The family dynamics are getting too compli

n the center of it for five years. It's

d of running water filled the ro

She looked at the suit jacket lying on the sofa

s turne

the jacket between two fingers. She lifted it and dro

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“For five years, I was Grayson Carlisle's ruthless COO and secret lover. I even took a bullet and a dose of lethal neurotoxin to save his life. But on the day I found out I was six weeks pregnant, his childhood sweetheart, Jaye, returned to the city. Grayson immediately pushed me aside. When I tentatively asked for a child, he coldly rejected me, warning me not to overstep my bounds as an "outsider." At a high-society banquet, Jaye deliberately provoked me and then played the terrified victim. Grayson didn't hesitate to shield her. He grabbed my wrist, publicly humiliating me and calling me a madwoman for bringing up the life-threatening scars I got saving him. Later, hiding in the shadows of the VIP corridor, I watched Jaye cling to his arm. "Grayson, do you love her?" Jaye cried softly. I held my breath, waiting for the man I had bled for to answer. "I don't love her," Grayson's cold voice echoed in the hallway. "I keep her around because of what happened five years ago. It's just responsibility and habit. Nothing else." Five years of my life, my loyalty, and my unspoken love, reduced to a mere habit and a useful corporate tool. The absolute coldness finally shattered my last illusion, and my dead heart stopped bleeding. I drove straight back to the penthouse, left my corporate access card on his mahogany desk, and vanished into the freezing New York night.”