The Price Of Betrayal
tant as she gazed at the sprawling gardens below. The luxury around
, and still no child?" Olivia, Christian's mother, had sneered just days ago during a famil
ly. They saw her as an outsider, an interloper who didn't deserve to carry thei
below, faint vo
red. "She tries so hard, but they
ve the family an heir," another replie
ing back the tears that threatened to spill
ing through the bitter silence. Grateful
voice steady despite
eterson. The results of the test you took last week are in. Could you
about it. For weeks, she had been plagued by nausea and weakness
ay," she replied, alrea
r nerves tingling with anticipation. Dr. Peterso
printout of the results. "Congratulati
her for so long. Pregnant. She was going to be a mother. A child-her child and C
ears," she whispered, a smile breaking
trieve some additional files, leav
hristian's number. It rang once, twice, three times then went to voicemail. She tri
ood to tell you. Pl
ed his reaction. Would he finally see her as the wife he had a
, expecting a reply from Christian. Instead,
takable: Christian, shirtless, with his arms around Ilda. The two of
nds and clattered onto the floor. She sat rooted in place, her brea
nto a million pieces as tea
to me?" she whispere
eside her railing as a nurse approached wi
l staring back at her like a cruel reminder of her place in Christian's
atened to consume her. The man she had sacrificed everything for the man she had lov
sobs filled the room, one
he going t
tal turned abruptly, her expression unreadab
the sonogram picture tightly in her hand, her heart a storm of emotions. She wanted to laugh, cry,
down and froze. It was a breaking news alert. The headline read: "Ch
epping out of the hotel lobby, his arm draped casually around Ilda. Paparazzi sw
led, a sound Crystal hadn't heard in months. The camera zoomed in as Ild
felt moments ago shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. The man she'd sacrificed everythin