Fiancée's Fatal Deceit

“The call came late, just as I was about to ice my leg, a throbbing reminder of my past tours. My fiancée, Sarah, was mugged, and her terrified voice sealed my resolve to protect her, always. Our wedding, even just days away, solidified my belief in our future, and I thought she felt the same. Months later, her 'high-risk' pregnancy was demanding, but I cherished the thought of our baby. Until I came home early one day, expecting to surprise her, and found her on a video call in the nursery. With Dave. My sleazy cousin Dave, who was supposed to be out of state. His slick voice echoed, "Our little jackpot is almost here! Good thing you pulled off that 'mugging' story. Mike bought it hook, line, and sinker." Sarah giggled, "He still doesn't know we've been together since before he proposed. He's too noble for his own good." My world shattered. The woman I'd pledged my life to, the baby I was so ready to father, Aunt Carol's property, even my company funds – all were just parts of their cold, calculated con. The love, the sacrifice, everything built on a monstrous lie. The pain was searing, but beneath it, a chilling resolve ignited. I wouldn't break. I wouldn't let them win. I called my lawyer, then I called about a high-danger contract overseas, the one I'd turned down for 'our' baby. It was time to sever ties, escape, and then, deliver retribution.”