The Unwanted Wife's Secret Pregnancy

Chapter 4

Word Count: 642 | Released on: 01/06/2026

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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.”