My Husband Killed Our Son, So I Married His Brother

Guilt began creeping into Nathaniel’s mind the moment Arabella’s message appeared on his phone.

Only then did he realize, with uncomfortable clarity, that he had completely forgotten the anniversary celebration she had spent weeks preparing. What unsettled him even more was the embarrassing truth that he had not even arranged a gift for her. It was a failure so careless, so undeniably personal, that even he found it difficult to dismiss.

Before the thought could take root, Genevieve leaned toward him and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, effectively drawing his attention away from the glowing screen resting beside the bed. When she pulled back, she studied him with quiet curiosity, her fingers tracing idle circles across his chest.

“What’s occupying your thoughts so completely?” she asked, her voice soft and intimate.

Nathaniel exhaled and forced the tension from his shoulders. He refused to let guilt ruin the fragile comfort he had found in Genevieve’s presence.

“Nothing important,” he said, setting his phone aside before pulling her closer.

They were still at the private lodge in the north and were scheduled to leave within the next few hours, which meant he still had enough time to return before the anniversary dinner. He could buy Arabella something expensive on the way home, apologize for the delay, and smooth everything over as he always had.

Arabella had forgiven him before.

She had endured missed dinners, forgotten promises, canceled trips, and countless disappointments. She had always forgiven him.

He had no reason to believe this time would be different.

That familiar certainty calmed him enough to relax, but the peace lasted less than an hour.

The first vibration from his phone was easy to ignore.

The second drew a glance.

By the fifth and sixth notification, irritation gave way to unease.

Calls began flooding in from people within his private network—board members, senior executives, legal advisors, investors, and family associates. Message after message appeared so rapidly that the screen barely stopped flashing.

Confusion turned into apprehension.

Then Graham’s name appeared.

Nathaniel answered immediately.

“Yes?”

Even he noticed the tension in his own voice.

Graham skipped any greeting.

“Turn on the news right now.”

Nathaniel frowned.

“Why?”

“Because you need to see what everyone else is seeing.”

Something in Graham’s tone made Nathaniel rise at once. A tightness formed in his chest as he walked into the sitting room and switched on the wall display.

The screen lit up.

The color drained from his face.

A high-resolution image filled the display.

It showed him and Genevieve at the lodge, locked in an unmistakably intimate kiss, his hand around her waist, her body pressed against his.

Below the image, a headline blazed across every major channel.

SCANDAL: BILLIONAIRE Nathaniel Ashford EXPOSED IN AFFAIR WITH WIFE’S SISTER

Nathaniel stared at the screen, unable to process what he was seeing.

For several long seconds, his mind refused the reality before him. Some desperate part of him searched for an explanation that did not exist.

The truth offered no escape.

Behind him, Genevieve entered the room and followed his gaze to the screen.

The change in her expression was immediate.

All warmth vanished from her face.

Panic took its place.

“Matteo will see this,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Nathaniel… Matteo will know.”

The sound of her voice jolted Nathaniel back into motion.

He tightened his grip on the phone and reopened the call with Graham.

“Shut it down,” he said, the command emerging harsher than intended. “I don’t care what it costs. Pull every article, every video, every post before Arabella sees any of this.”

Silence answered him.

That silence frightened him more than refusal would have.

When Graham finally spoke, his voice was grim.

“I already tried. It spread across every major media outlet within minutes. Social media has it. Business channels have it. Investors have it. There’s no containing this anymore.”

Something cold settled inside Nathaniel.

He ended the call and immediately opened Arabella’s contact.

He called once.

No answer.

Again.

Straight to voicemail.

Again.

Blocked.

The realization came slowly, but when it landed, it hit with devastating force.

Arabella had blocked him.

Not ignored him.

Blocked him.

She had deliberately cut off every path he had to reach her.

Genevieve clutched his arm, panic rising.

“What are we supposed to do? Matteo isn’t answering me either. He blocked every call.”

Nathaniel barely heard her.

For the first time, the scandal stopped feeling corporate.

Until now, his greatest concern had been reputation, shareholders, and damage control.

Now another truth crashed into him.

Arabella knew.

And she had left.

That realization shook him far more than the scandal itself.

Something unfamiliar rose through the panic.

Fear.

Not fear of losing power.

Not fear of losing money.

Fear of losing Arabella.

He pulled away from Genevieve without a word and headed for his car, ignoring her calls behind him.

As the vehicle sped through the night, his thoughts spiraled.

He had always assumed Arabella would remain exactly where she had always been.

Waiting.

Forgiving.

Loving him with unwavering devotion.

He had treated that devotion like a certainty.

Like something permanent.

Like something that existed for his convenience.

Now that certainty felt dangerously naive.

As city lights blurred past the windows, memories surfaced with painful clarity.

Arabella’s quiet smile.

The way she always noticed when he skipped meals.

The softness in her voice when she called him Dom.

The unwavering loyalty in her eyes.

He had taken all of it for granted.

A painful tightness spread through his chest as a question surfaced, unwelcome and relentless.

Had he loved Arabella far more deeply than he had ever admitted?

He rejected the thought almost instantly.

But it returned.

Again.

And again.

By the time he reached the estate, desperation had replaced denial.

He barely waited for the car to stop before throwing the door open and rushing inside.

“Arabella!”

His voice echoed through the house.

No answer came.

The silence felt wrong.

It was not merely quiet.

It was empty.

The house still looked the same, yet something essential was missing.

Her presence.

Arabella had always carried warmth into every room, subtle but undeniable.

Without her, the estate felt hollow.

His gaze fell on the grand hall table.

An envelope rested there.

Before he even reached it, dread began coiling through him with suffocating intensity.

His hands shook as he picked it up.

He recognized her handwriting instantly.

He tore it open.

The documents slid into his hands.

Divorce papers.

Signed.

His breath caught.

At the bottom of the first page, written in Arabella’s elegant handwriting, were five words.

Happy Anniversary, Nathaniel.

Beside the papers sat several flash drives.

His hands trembled as he inserted the first one into the media console.

Videos filled the screen.

Him and Genevieve at the lodge.

Their embraces.

Their kisses.

Their whispered promises.

Their betrayal.

Each file revealed another piece of the truth preserved with merciless precision.

There was nowhere left to hide.

No lie left to tell.

No excuse left to make.

The full weight of what he had done crashed over him all at once.

His knees gave out.

He collapsed to the floor.

For the first time in years, Nathaniel Ashford felt completely powerless.

He whispered her name, but the sound barely resembled speech.

“Arabella…”

Only silence answered him.

Every empty room seemed to repeat the same devastating truth.

She was gone.

And this time, she was not coming back.

For the first time in his life, Nathaniel understood what it meant to lose something truly irreplaceable.

Unfortunately for him, that realization had come only after he had already destroyed it.