Beyond Betrayal: Our Unexpected Love Story
powerful fiancé, Crawford Pierce, and a revolutionary projec
my stepsister, Brittany, telling m
e sobbed. "We have a conne
ancé, walked past my bed without a glance, placed a hand on her stomach, and asked if the baby was okay. They
me to scream and fall apart. They saw me as an obstacle to be
limpse into a future where I fought them and lost everything. So I didn't give them the fight they wanted. I gave them a
pte
Rober
as my stepsister, Brittany, telling me s
rough the fog of painkillers and the rhythmic b
ry, Althea.
pain that felt like my entire world was being ripped apart. Then, a flash. A vision so vivid it felt more real than the memory of the crash itself: Brittany, standing besir
hand gripping mine. It felt cold. "I love him. I never, ever meant to h
n't stopped with the press conference. It showed me fighting them, trying to reclaim what wa
ropping as if sharing a dirty secret. "We wanted to tell you, but there was
you make me give him up, Althea, you' ll be tearing a family apart before it
Rodgers, walked in. His gaze landed on Brittany, his expression
rting arm around her slumped shoulders. "There
everything. Look, these things happen. You' re a strong woman. You can find someone else. Pierce
My life, my love, my future-all just assets
rittany whimpered into his
oothed, stroking her blonde hair
ter too. The illegitimate one, the product of an affair he' d rather forget, a constant, quiet reminder of his pa
. Her grief wasn't real. Her eyes, red-rimmed and swollen, held a
psister who had fallen
kn
ere our project made us the undisputed power couple of the industry, where she was left in the dus
on. She wasn't just taking my fiancé; she was executing a pre
the hospital-it was all a cage closing in around me. They expected me to fight, t
ath, the movement pulling
dn' t
face etched with a look of conflicted gravity. He looked from my bandaged head to Brittany' s tear-s
ilent on the linoleum floor, and stopped in
entle hand on
e baby