My Fiancé Believed Her Lie

Chapter 4

Word Count: 544 | Released on: 27/06/2025

fist. It had been three days since I' d last seen Finn. Three days of an empty,

answered. "Ms. Ava," the same professional voice said, "your new identity documents a

of resolve ignited within me. I had to be strong, for myself an

. It was Chloe. She was dressed in a chic, expensive-lo

not reaching her eyes. "I came to see you off." She pla

't take it. She opened it herself. Insid

harp. "She died in poverty, after my grandfather's architecture firm was de

d. "My father was an arc

ther's designs, passed them off as his own, and ruined him. Our family lost ev

uelty-it wasn't just about ambition. It was revenge. She wanted to

" I whispered,

s name. Everything that should have been yours will be mine. And you will have nothing." She

nged at her, my hands outstretched, wanting to claw that

led in the leg of the bedside table, and I lost my balance. I stumbled backward,

I teetered on the edge, the city street three stories b

ned upside down. The last thing I heard as my head hit something ha

ive my regards t

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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.”