Pregnant By My Husband In Disguise

Chapter 7

Word Count: 640 | Released on: 03/08/2026

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“For two years, Chloe lived as a ghost in her own life, trapped in a cold, loveless contract marriage with billionaire Alistair Sinclair. When she saw the news of his romantic Roman holiday with a Hollywood starlet, the humiliation finally broke her. She got drunk at a dive bar and slept with a nameless male escort just to feel something. But days later, a private clinic handed her a death sentence: she was pregnant. If Alistair found out the child wasn't his, the infidelity clause in their pre-nup would strip her of her trust fund and leave her with nothing. But Alistair unexpectedly intercepted the medical report. Instead of exposing her, his eyes gleamed with a cruel, predatory amusement. He forced her to move into his master suite, claiming it was his duty to care for his "pregnant wife." He locked her in a golden cage, isolating her from the world while his starlet mistress publicly flaunted their affair. At night, he would wrap his arms around her trembling body in the dark. "For the sake of the child, it's time we started fulfilling our marital obligations." He whispered the threat, knowing the physical marks on her skin would instantly expose her secret. Chloe was suffocating in fear and anger. Why should he get to parade his mistress around the world while locking her away to be tormented? Looking at the twenty percent corporate share payout for the non-liable party in their pre-nup, her fear turned into cold calculation. She decided to play his game. She would act the part of the perfect, submissive wife, secretly gather undeniable proof of his affair, and then destroy him.”