- Four years. That’s how long I’ve been married to Reagan De Santis. Four years of loving him, defending him, trusting him with the kind of blind loyalty that only a fool could afford. And I was that fool.
- I shouldn’t be here.”
- Not in this underground war room, not holding this sonogram report like it’s some peace treaty between two nations secretly at war. İ came here tonight hoping to give him a reason to smile. A reason to soften, to love me a little more. I thought maybe the ultrasound would bring us closer–maybe the news of our quadruplets would melt some of that cold detachment in his eyes.
- But instead… I found this.X
- I’m hiding behind a metal shelf, my breath shallow, my fingers digging into the folded report so hard it’s starting to crumple.
- Reagan stands just ten feet away, calm as a king in his kingdom. He’s dressed sharp, sleek, and completely focused on the screen in front of him–negotiating a weapons deal with two foreign buyers. That’s not the part that makes me want to vomit.
- The weapons?
- They’re Titanis prototypes. The kind only a handful of people have access to. Classified tech. My father’s firm. My family’s blood. And Reagan??
- He’s selling them
- I can barely process what I’m seeing before I hear something that shatters me.
- “She’s the golden key,” he says, chuckling
- My breath hitches.
- -You really married the VP’s daughter just for Titanis access?” one of the men asks, amused.
- Reagan smiles like it’s a joke. “Of course I fucking did. Danica’s sweet, but come on. She was always just a pawn in heels. She opened the door, and now I run the whole damn castle. Pew!”
- My legs buckle slightly, and I grip the shelf for balance. My husband… my husband just said that. About me. Like I’m some disposable tool.X
- And then he twists the knife deeper.
- “Dulcie’s the one who deserves a throne,” he says, volice lowering, “Not Danica.”
- Dulcie. My best friend. My only friend, if I’m being honest.
- They’re in this together?
- No. No. That can’t be right
- He laughs again, cruel and effortless. “Danica’s too soft, too trusting. She still fucking believes love is real, Idiot. That’s what makes her useful
- My hands are shaking so bad the sonogram slips from my grip and lands softly on the floor behind a crate. Thank God no one hears it But I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe
- I’m pregnant. With his children. Three of them. And he sees me as nothing more than a vault he picked open and looted. And Dulcie.. was helping him the whole time?”
- she
- I slip out while they’re distracted, somehow managing not to scream, not to break, not to collapse. My heels echo faintly through the hall as I escape the dark maze beneath our estate
- Once I’m outside, the night air hits me like a slap. I clutch my stomach, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. My babies. I have to think of them. Not him. Not her. Not the betrayal boiling in my throat
- For a split second, the darkness whispers that it would be easier to disappear. To end this. But then I feel it–one small flutter in my belly! I choke on a sob.:
- No. I’m not going to die
- Not for a man who sees me as a pawn.
- Not for a best friend who traded me for a crown.X
- I return home, barely functioning. The walls feel the same, but everything inside me has changed.
- Reagan is already there. Of course he is. Cool, Composed. A fucking iceburg in human skin.
- “You look pale,” he says, eyes scanning me like a threat under a microscope. “Everything alright?” “Just tired,” I mutter, voice dull.)
- “Dulcie’s back, by the way,” he says casually. “She’s hosting a gala this weekend and wants you there.”
- I blink slowly Dulcie wants me there? After everything I just heard?
- “She said the misses you,” he adds, like poison laced with sugar. “You two have been distant lately, haven’t you? She just wants things to go back to normal”
- Normal
- I nearly laugh He’s testing me. Manipulating the narrative already–trying to gaslight me into thinking Dulcie and I just drifted apart not that she stabbed me in the back E
- I nod What else can I do? Say no? He’ll twist it into some emotional guilt trap!
- “Sure,” I whisper.
- His eyes light up like he’s just won again. He stops closer, tries to kiss me–but I turn my face at the last second, his lips brushing my
- cheek
- Tm exhausted,” I say, flat.
- He studies me for a second, something calculating flickering behind his perfect smile. But he doesn’t push. Just hums, then pulls me
- into his arms.
- “You’ll see,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. “This is all for us.
- Ilie there, stiff in his arms, staring at the ceiling. His breath evens out as he drifts off.
- And I swear to God–I will never forget this moment.
- You used me, Reagan &
- You played me.
- You turned my best friend into my enemy.
- But you have no idea who you married.
- I might’ve been your golden key
- But now?
- Now, I’m the lock you’ll never pick again.
She Left Pregnant And Came Back Queen English Novel Chapter 1
She Left Pregnant And Came Back Queen English Novel Chapter 1
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She Left Pregnant And Came Back Queen English Novel
Status: Ongoing Native Language: English
