Millions For Her, Lies For Me

Before I could comprehend the whole situation, I saw the unmistakable flash of muzzle fire.

A bullet pierced the back windshield with a loud crack. The driver turned in another direction, narrowly avoiding a collision as the car skidded onto a side street.

Then I realised that we were near Blackwood Estates, I spotted Christopher's sleek, black car pulling in. At that moment, I realized that that car was no longer following us.

My heart clenched, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Park behind those trees," I instructed, pulling out my phone once more.

Through the grainy lens, I saw Jennifer coming out, practically floating into my husband's arms.

She smiled up at him, and his expression softened. My blood ran cold as I recorded the scene. Christopher placed a possessive hand on her flat stomach, his thumb gently tracing circles as he leaned in to kiss her.

My grip tightened on my phone. This was the final proof I needed.

"Driver," I said, my voice like ice. "Follow that car."

The chase began. As we went through the winding streets, neon lights casting against shadows, I forced myself to breathe. My nails dug into the seat, leaving deep indentations, but the pain kept me grounded.

"Endure it," I muttered under my breath. "The pain will pass."

The chase ended at City Hospital. I scanned the QR code to pay, my movements were mechanical, detached from the rage brewing inside me.

The driver glanced at me as I stepped out. His voice broke through the tension, unexpectedly gentle. "Miss, take care of yourself. For your baby."

I turned and met his words worried gaze, offering a small, cold smile. "Don’t worry. No one can hurt me anymore."

My fingers clenched around my phone. "Because I’m ready to throw the trash where it belongs."

And this time, there would be no turning back. I kept hidden behind a pillar there. My eyes never left Christopher. He was moving through the hospital lobby.

I still remember how he used to be so busy with every prenatal checkup with me since the first month of my pregnancy.

But now, everything seems different. He was walking around the hospital and registering for an appointment. From the medications to staying aside Jennifer, he was acting like the perfect husband.

But the irony– not for his wife but for another woman.

The men in black, most probably his bodyguards surrounded him from both sides. They were keeping a keen gaze on every movement happening around them.

Christopher wasn’t just an ordinary man; he was a mafia boss, and this kind of protection came with the territory.

But after seeing him now, it was clear to me that it wasn't his "work" that had kept him away from me. He simply didn’t want to make an effort for me. The woman he’d been married to, for seven years.

As I kept standing in the dark, Christopher wrapped his arm around Jennifer. He was pulling him closer.

His voice was soft, and intimate, like the man I thought I once knew. "The doctor said you should eat less tonight and try to stay active. In the early stages of pregnancy, digestion can be tricky, so let’s follow the advice this time, okay?"

She pouted playfully. It showcased a stark contrast to the serious aura surrounding Christopher's bodyguards. "Aww, fine, I got it! But it's your fault. You bought way too many pastries."

The next moment, he chuckled, his usual stern expression melted away as he leaned in closer.

"Alright, alright, I’ll take the blame. It’s my fault for making my sweetheart eat too much, okay?"

"That’s better," she smirked. "Fine, I’ll forgive you... this time."

As they kept on talking, his men remained alert. Their eyes were scanning every person that passed by.

Meanwhile, I stood under the harsh fluorescent lights, feeling like an intruder in my own life. I was just an invisible ghost standing there. Once it was the world that belonged to me.

My heart accelerated with the highest speed. My breath hitched as slowly I stepped outside of the hospital premises. Although my swollen belly was aching with every step, my husband's betrayal weighed more.

However, the rain was heavily pouring outside as if it could mirror down the pain with whom my heart was beating.

Through the rain and the mist, I saw that Christopher was draping his coat over her shoulders, shielding her from the downpour.

The next moment, she smiled up at him, pulling on his tie and drawing him in for a kiss. He responded immediately, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply, completely lost in the moment.

As they stood there, a cold, calculated rage built up inside me. I wasn't able to breathe as I saw my husband showering with love for another woman. It was love that he had denied me for so long.

I raised my hand slowly, then a striking sound echoed through the rain.

BANG!