He Begged For My Love After Breaking My Heart

I was heading to my husband Travis’ office, clutching the pregnancy test I had just gotten from the hospital. Two lines. And also the keys to the mansion I had prepared for him as a gift.

I’d spent the drive rehearsing how I’d surprise him. Maybe I’d show him the test and the keys right now, or maybe I’d just tell him over dinner.

But everything changed when I reached his office door. I was about to knock when I heard voices inside.

“Zoe doesn’t need to know, David,” Travis said. “It’s in the past. It’s done.”

My hand froze on the door handle. What are they talking about?

David’s next words hit me like a slap. “You used her mother’s organ to save Madison Moon’s sister. You lied to Zoe, and her mother died because of it. What do you think she’ll do if she finds out?”

The world stopped spinning. My breath hitched.

Madison Moon. My stomach twisted at the name.

Madison—Travis’s first love. Madison—the woman Ethan Harris, my ex-fiancé, had left me for. Madison—the one Travis never stopped loving.

I pressed myself against the door, my heart hammering in my chest.

“I did what I had to do,” Travis said coldly. “Madison needed me. Her sister needed me. Zoe’s mother was already dying.”

“So you killed her?” David demanded.

“I saved Madison’s sister,” Travis corrected, his tone devoid of guilt. “And I married Zoe. Isn’t that enough?”

“You’ve spent five years lying to her, Travis. Five years pretending to be the perfect husband. Poor girl. She loves you!”

“Zoe means nothing to me,” Travis said flatly. “I’ve paid her back by dedicating my life to her. I’ve done my duty. But if Zoe ever finds out…then so be it,” Travis said without hesitation. “I’ll remove her from my life if I have to. As long as Madison is happy, nothing else matters.”

The pregnancy test slipped from my fingers and hit the floor.

I couldn’t breathe. He treated me like a queen, doting on me, caring for me, giving me everything I thought I needed.

I believed he loved me. I believed he cared.

Until today.

I turned, threw the keys on the trash bin, and ran.

The hallways blurred as tears streamed down my face. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. I didn’t stop until I was in my car, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.

I started driving, but I couldn’t see through the tears. My mind replayed every word, every lie. My mother had died for Madison’s sister. Travis had killed her.

I hit the brakes too late. The impact jolted me forward, and everything went black.

When I woke, the sharp scent of antiseptic filled my nose. My head throbbed, and every inch of my body ached.

I blinked against the harsh hospital lights, and then I saw him.

“Zoe,” Travis said, his voice breaking. He was sitting by my bed, his hand gripping mine tightly. His eyes were red, his face pale.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice trembling. “Why were you driving like that? You could’ve died!”

I stared at him, my mind reeling.

He kissed my hand, then my forehead. His tears fell freely. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I can’t lose you.”

He looked at me like I was his whole world. He played the part so well.

I forced a smile. “I’m fine,” I said softly.

Relief flooded his face. He leaned down and kissed me again, whispering how much he loved me, how much I meant to him.

I let him believe I hadn’t heard the truth. I let him believe I was still the naive, trusting wife he had married.

But deep down, I was already planning my revenge.

Travis Harper had taken everything from me—my mother, my trust, my love. So I’m going to take everything from him.