The Heiress He Threw Away

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. Should I test him? Should I see if I still meant something—if there was even a small part of him that would choose me over Alessia?

The words left my lips before I could stop them.

“Lothario… I’m pregnant.”

Silence. I held my breath, waiting for his reaction. Waiting for him to say something—anything.

But he just sat there, twirling his fork, focused on his food like I hadn’t just dropped a bomb on him. No excitement. No anger. No concern. Just silence.

The lump in my throat grew heavier. My hands shook as I reached for my wine glass, but in my panic, I choked. I coughed violently, gasping for air, my vision blurring with unshed tears.

Still, nothing from him. That silence… that was my answer.

Before I could even process the pain cutting through me, the dining hall doors swung open.

“Babe,” a soft, melodic voice called.

Alessia.

I barely had time to compose myself before she walked in, looking effortlessly beautiful in a sleek red dress, her heels clicking against the floor.

Lothario immediately stood up and went to her, his entire demeanor changing. His face softened, his eyes warm and full of something I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Then, right in front of me, he cupped her face and kissed her.

My heart stopped. The sound of their lips meeting felt louder than the ringing in my ears. My whole body went numb, my hands gripping the edge of the table to steady myself.

They kissed. Right there. Like I didn’t exist at all. Like I was nothing.

And then they started talking—about their engagement party, about the guest list, about how perfect everything had to be.

I just stood there, frozen. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I couldn’t even move to wipe them away. I wasn’t sure if it was from heartbreak or humiliation.

Then, as if finally noticing me, Alessia turned to Lothario, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“Who is she?” she asked. “Why is she crying like bitch? Why is she even here?”

Lothario let out a sigh, like this was just some inconvenience he had to deal with.

“She's my newly hired maid. I'll deal with her.”

A maid? Me? My lips tremble. Then he walked over to me, grabbed my wrist with force, and pulled me toward the door.

“I’ll call you later tonight,” he muttered, his voice low. Then he wiped a tear from my cheek, as if that would somehow erase everything.

Before I could say a word, he shut the door in my face.

A loud bang.

And just like that… I was locked out. Thrown away. Like I had never mattered at all.

I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream.

Instead, I walked away that night with my head held high. But I wasn’t done yet. If they wanted a grand celebration, I’d give them a night they’d never forget.

***

The night of the engagement party, I slipped into a sleek black dress. The kind that clung to my curves, elegant but bold. A dress that demanded attention.

My makeup was flawless, my lips painted the deepest shade of red. If I was going to crash this party, I was going to look like I belonged there.

I arrived at the venue without an invitation, but I didn’t need one. The moment I stepped into the grand ballroom, heads turned. Gasps followed.

But I didn’t care about them.

My eyes found him immediately.

Lothario De Luca.

My Lothario.

No—not mine. Not anymore.

He stood tall, his arm wrapped around her. Alessia. The woman he had always been waiting for. The woman he had chosen.

They looked perfect together. Like a couple out of a fairy tale. And I?

I was the tragedy they had left behind.

But not tonight. Tonight, I would remind Lothario exactly what he threw away.

The moment I stepped into the ballroom, silence spread like wildfire. Gasps rippled through the crowd, whispers trailing behind me.

I felt their eyes. Their judgment. But I didn’t stop. I walked straight toward him.

Lothario’s entire body stiffened when he saw me. His blue eyes locked onto mine, widening slightly before narrowing into something sharp—something cold.

“Pearl?” His voice was laced with disbelief. With warning.

I tilted my head, smiling sweetly. “Surprised to see me?”

Alessia turned, her perfectly curled hair bouncing as she looked me up and down. Then, she let out a dramatic gasp.

“Oh! You’re—” She snapped her fingers, pretending to remember. “You’re the maid, right? Lothario’s personal housekeeper?”

The room erupted into soft chuckles.

Maid? My chest tightened, but I refused to break.

I lifted my chin. “That’s cute, Alessia. But if I were just a maid, your fiancé wouldn’t have spent six years in my bed.”

Her smile faltered. The guests whispered louder now, shifting uncomfortably.

Lothario’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides. “Leave, Pearl.”

I ignored him. Instead, I reached into my clutch and pulled out the truth.

One by one, I threw the papers at him.

A pregnancy test. Ultrasound images. Hospital records. The final one hit his chest and fluttered to the floor—the miscarriage report.

Gasps filled the ballroom. Someone dropped their champagne glass.

Lothario’s face paled, his eyes flickering to the documents at his feet. His lips parted, but he said nothing. Nothing. He didn’t even try to deny it. But Alessia did.

She let out an exaggerated laugh, crossing her arms. “This is pathetic. Truly.” She glanced at the documents before rolling her eyes. “What are you even fucking trying to prove? That you had some fake pregnancy to trap Lothario? How desperate.”

My nails dug into my palm. “I lost my child because of you,” I whispered. “Because of both of you!"

Alessia scoffed. “Oh, please. Lothario wouldn’t be dumb enough to get someone like you pregnant.”

Someone like me.

Lothario finally moved then.

But not toward me. He turned slightly—toward Alessia.

I saw the hesitation in his eyes. The flicker of something unreadable. But it lasted only a second before his expression hardened.

Then, in a voice so cold it cut through me, he said:

“She’s lying.”

I froze. The air around me seemed to vanish.

Lothario’s gaze met mine, but there was nothing there. No guilt. No regret. No warmth.

Just denial.

“She’s a nobody,” Lothario continued, his tone emotionless. “Just a bitter ex who can’t accept reality.”

The world spun around me.

“Lothario…” My voice cracked.

But he wasn’t done. He turned to the guards standing near the entrance. “Get her out of here.”

A sharp pain sliced through my chest.

He—he was throwing me out? Just like that?

Alessia smirked, stepping closer to him. “Oh, and make sure she doesn’t come near us again. If she tries, I’ll sue her for defamation. Crashing my engagement and throwing these ridiculous allegations? It’s laughable.”

Laughter echoed around the room. Mocking. Cruel. Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

I refused to break. Instead, I reached for the nearest table and grabbed a knife.