Betrayed Love: Stuck Between The Billionaires

Eva

The cold wind made me shiver as I walked through the city streets, but nothing could compare to the icy chill in my heart.

The doctor's words still echoed in my ears even though I was far away from the hospital.

Pregnant. I was pregnant.

How was I going to deal with this? It has been half a year since I graduated from college. I had no job, no work experience and most of all, Viktor, the love of my life was…

I stopped in place. I was still out of it, but not enough to miss the building I called home. It at least used to be one.

It was late, but I was sure Viktor didn't mind, if he was even there in the first place.

Things wouldn't have been so bad if not for his constant attitude and neglect towards me. Anytime I tried to reach out, he acted violently, cursing me and breaking things around me. It hurt too much to think about. So I left him alone, even though it hurt. Since then the home that we shared together felt more like a cold house. He was never there and if he was, he never stayed long. Anytime he was there was nothing but scathing words and cold flares my way.

Why? I couldn't understand how he could suddenly shift. The man of my dreams who I never thought existed now looked at me like he was a stranger. The man who swore to love me, spilling devotion to me now suddenly looked at me with eyes akin to hate?

What happened to make him change?

No matter how many times I asked, he never gave me an answer.

If he wasn't inside, then I would have to find a way to tell him. It didn't matter if he got angry at me for invading his privacy. Perhaps… After he heard the news, he would finally give me an explanation.

I signed as I reached the highest floor of the building where his penthouse was. As u typed in the passcode to the apartment I froze instantly as a muffled sound came through.

My heart skipped a beat. Was I hearing things right? No, it had to be a mistake.

But the sound came again and it was like an ice bucket was thrown over me. There was no mistake. It was a moan that was coming from the other side of the door.

The door to our apartment where only I and he knew the passcode.

My legs felt numb over me. I typed in the rest of the passcode with shaky fingers, my disbelief mixing in with the heavy weight of dread.

No. This couldn't be happening.