On My Son Birthday, My Husband Cheated With My Sister

“Hold on,” a deep, soothing voice whispered urgently near my ear.

I wanted to respond, to express my gratitude or at least see who my rescuer was, but no sound came from my lips. Darkness took over, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, the soft rustle of fabric and the warmth of a thick blanket cocooned me in unfamiliar comfort.

The room was dimly lit, flickering candlelight casting gentle shadows on the walls. My head throbbed with the memory of pain, but the serenity around me felt far removed from the chaos I had just escaped.

As my vision cleared, I noticed a figure standing at the foot of the bed, a man, tall and commanding.

His presence demanded attention immediately.

He was strikingly handsome, with a chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and intense silver eyes that seemed to pierce right through me.

His dark, wavy hair framed his face with effortless perfection, and every inch of him exuded power and control.

"Finally, you are awake," he said, his deep voice carrying a smooth yet authoritative tone.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced me to stay down. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"Kalondia. You said, 'Get me out of Frelonia,' so I did," he replied matter-of-factly.

Kalondia was one town over, a place I often visited for the best fabrics for my designs. But how had I ended up there?

The last thing I remembered was the fire, Karyn, the pain of losing Landon, and then I was saved by someone. So, he should be the one who saved me.

The man’s calm face remained unreadable as he sat beside my bed.

“Who are you?” I asked, desperate to make sense of the situation.

He smiled softly, as though to reassure me. "Good question. I am Keenan Altair."

The name hit me like a spark. ‘Altair? The owner of Altair Group?’ I wondered.

I had heard of him. The Altair family controlled one of the largest textile companies, famous for their quality exports. They were longtime rivals of the Hoover family, always competing for market share both locally and internationally.

Still reeling from the shock of everything, I blurted out, “Why did you save me?”

Keenan’s lips curled into a small smile as he signaled a servant to bring in breakfast. "Another good question, but one that can wait. You need to eat first. You have been through a lot and need to heal."

Two trays were brought in, one for me and one for him. I stared at the grand spread of food, but I refused to touch anything until he gave me an answer.

“Please,” I begged, “just tell me why you helped me.”

He calmly spread jam on his bread, then offered it to me. "It's understandable that you are skeptical. But think about it, if I had bad intentions, I would have left you lying in the streets of Frelonia last night."

Reluctantly, I took the bread. His logic made sense, but trust was not something I gave easily.

“Thank you for saving me,” I muttered, “but strangers do not rescue people without a reason. I have lived long enough to know that.”

Keenan smiled again, but that time, there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You want a reason? Then tell me, why did you have so much trouble last night? Are you involved in something dangerous or illegal?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of everything I had been through.

"So, is the Altair family too secretive to explain their motives before asking others to spill their own stories?" I shot back, a bit defensively.

His smile deepened, and though it was disarmingly charming, I reminded myself not to be taken in by charm. I had learned my lesson about falling for powerful men.

But then, as if to completely throw me off guard, Keenan leaned forward and gently wiped a bit of jam from my lips with his thumb. Then, he brought it to his own mouth, licking it away with no hesitation.

The gesture left me stunned. Even Dylan had never been so intimate, often mocking me for being messy rather than helping.

I stared at Keenan, unsure of what to make of him.

He said casually, “Well, if we are getting to know each other, I do not mind starting first. It seems only fair.”

His tone was playful then, teasing, "After all, I would not mind getting to know you better, Miss Saunders."

His use of my name startled me. “You… you know who I am?”