My Fiancé Believed Her Lie

Chapter 2

Word Count: 607 | Released on: 27/06/2025

"Ms. Ava, this is the Genesis Agency. The package you

esperate 'what if' plan that now felt like my only option. Hope, a tiny, fragile spar

each when we were kids. Everything else in this grand, cold house belonged to Leo. The architectural awards on the shelf, the expensive furnitu

me, but for "redecorating." They were efficient and imperso

from our engagement party, the grand event that celebrated our whirlwind romance and the signing of the prenuptial agreement-the one that stipula

t that now seemed foolish. "Throw it out," I said, my voice empty. I was too tired to feel the pain anymore. The

ed beside him, feeding him grapes. They were laughing about something on TV. They didn

ut, her voice dripping with false sweetne

me. As she did, she "stumbled," and the hot coffee she

he burning liquid seared my skin, and I pu

watch where you're going?" he said, his voice full of irritation direct

was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. The blatant cruelty, the comple

he pain in my hand, the ache in my womb, the crushing weight of betrayal-it all converged into one unbearable point. My knees b

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“The sharp sting across my cheek snapped my head back, my hair flying. It came from Chloe, the young intern, whose hand was still raised, her eyes wide with a calculated fear that twisted into a perfect lie. "Ava, I'm so sorry," she whispered, staging a stumble that sent her crashing dramatically to the floor as Leo, my fiancé, burst into my office, his face a mask of thunderous rage. He didn't even glance at me, rushing straight to Chloe' s side, cradling her as she sobbed a manufactured tale of my jealousy. His mother's smug voice suddenly echoed from his phone, "Leo, I told you she was unstable. Not fit to be part of our family." And then, his command, "Apologize to Chloe." Followed by a terrifying countdown, leveraging my younger brother Finn's fragile mental state against me. I swallowed the humiliation and forced the words out, "I'm sorry, Chloe." My hand, resting on my stomach, trembled as a cold dread washed over me-the faint flutter of life I' d felt last week now a lead weight. This couldn't be happening. My perfect life, shattering around me, and I knew, with horrifying certainty, this was only the beginning.”