Millions For Her, Lies For Me

I swallowed hard, the scent of rose still clinging to him. "Where were you?" I asked, my voice low.

"At the office. You know how things have been lately," he said with a reassuring smile, brushing off my question like nothing was wrong.

"Liar," I thought, staring at him. [You were with Jennie, feeding her cravings for those famous chocolate pastries from the east side of the city. You drove over an hour for her. She even live-streamed it.]

I forced a smile, my hand resting on my belly. "Christopher, suddenly I have a craving for chocolate pastries from the east side, too," I said, feeling the baby kick harder. "Can you get some for me?"

His face tightened, the smile faltering. "Those pastries aren’t anything special, Eva. Besides, you’re in your last month. Watch what you eat." He stood up, brushing me off. "For the sake of our son, you need to be careful."

Without waiting for a response, he added further, "I’m exhausted. I’ll take a shower. If you’re hungry, call Mom. She can make you something."

In no time, the bathroom door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of our luxurious home. Tears burned my eyes, but I held them back, stroking my belly as the baby kicked again.

"It’s just you and me now, little one," I whispered. "And we’re about to fight a war."

Christopher's phone was buzzing constantly on the dining table. As usual, he was not even bothered to hide his affairs from me.

He was too arrogant to believe that I was naive to see through his lies.

'Did he think I was that fool?'

At that moment, the running water echoed from the luxurious suite of our bathroom. Christopher was taking his sweet time to take a bath.

Seeing his carelessness, I was running out of patience and eventually, I pushed myself up, struggling with my swollen belly.

The weight of our unborn child made even the simplest tasks an effort. Still, I wasn't able to stop myself.

With trembling fingers, I tried the usual passwords on his cellphone, our wedding anniversary, our birthdays. None of them worked.

My heart swelled in frustration until I remembered the date of Jennifer's ultrasound report. It was worth a try.

Success.

There was a mocking snort on my lips as my husband's phone unlocked. Without delay, I opened his messaging app. It wasn't a lie if I said Jennifer's profile picture was staring back at me.

It was a matching avatar which she shared with Christopher, my husband. Their exchange of flirtatious remarks dripped with affection.

"If love lasts forever," Christopher had written. "Does it matter if we're together every day?" To which Jennifer replied, "I miss you, darling!"

Seeing my husband, Christopher Wilson, the boss of the Wilson Mafia family writing those flirtatious remarks made me speechless.

My throat tightened but tried to maintain my composure. The next moment, my fingers hovered over the screen recording function. I activated it.

With one hand resting on my swollen belly, I checked his phone, taking evidence of everything. I wasn't just taking the evidence but was preparing for war.

The next moment, I opened his shopping app.

When my eyes fell on the order history, I took deep breaths. It was full of pregnancy supplements, luxury skincare, and expensive makeup—all delivered to the same address. Every gift, every gesture of care, sent to her.

Jennifer.

I took screenshots of the orders and sent everything to myself. Afterwards, I erased every trace of interference before locking the phone and setting it back on the table.

'I don't allow anyone to play with my life, not without consequences.'

While going back to the bedroom, I laid down in the same position. The betrayal weighed heavily on me, but the cold emptiness in my chest kept me determined.

I wasn't just a normal woman—- I was a Mafia queen, and no one, not even Christopher, would leave me in the shadows.

The creaking sound of the bathroom broke my trance. I saw through the cracked bedroom door as Christopher's phone rang.

After seeing the caller ID, his expression softened. He answered the call with a softness on his face. It was just reserved for one woman.

He gave a quick look towards the bedroom and went to the balcony, thinking that I wouldn't notice.

I was curious about what she would be saying. But I didn't need to hear her words, as Christopher's expression said it all. He was hers now, and that sealed his fate.

Tears poured at the edge of my eyes, I gripped the silk sheets beneath me, feeling the coolness of the air touching my skin.

At that moment Christopher's betrayal touched me again. After seven years of loyalty, I had become nothing but a pawn in his games.

A few moments later, he came tiptoeing back inside. Within seconds, his hand gently rested on my belly, his touch sickening me now.

He brushed the hair from my forehead, his voice dripping with deceit. "Darling, there’s an urgent meeting at the office. I need to go now," he said softly.

His gaze was fixed on me as if his eyes were searching mine for any sign of suspicion.

I just turned, looking directly into his eyes. The one whom I trusted once. "I'm not feeling well," I mumbled in a slow tone. "Can you stay?"

I was testing him for one last time. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face, but then his smile turned apologetic. "I can’t, sweetheart. This deal is important for the family. I’ll call my mother to come over."

The final thread of hope snapped.

"Drive safely," I muttered. My tone was cold and distant.

I kept looking at him dressed and leaving. But the moment the door closed, I stood up.

No more tears. No more waiting. My hand cradled my belly as I grabbed my phone and dialled a taxi.

"Blackwood Estates," I told the driver.

An undeniable smell of cigarette smoke and leather was lingering in the air. The face of the driver was quite mysterious and scary. I gathered my courage and gulped down my breath.

Meanwhile, he gave me a long look in the rearview mirror before igning the engine.

As the car sped through the streets, I saw a black SUV from my peripheral vision. It followed me. The air was tense, and the hair on my back stood up.

I leaned forward slightly. "Faster," I muttered, my fingers clenching around my phone.

The driver said nothing, but his foot pressed down harder on the gas. The engine roared as we tore through the city. The SUV matched our speed, its windows tinted black, moving like a predator stalking its prey.

"Shit," the driver hissed under his breath.

I turned to look behind us. The SUV had closed the distance, its front bumper nearly kissing our tail. "They’re following us."