I was relaxing on the living room sofa when my cell phone vibrated on the table. I reached for it lazily.
An article about Daniel Harper and Alexa Fiber attending an exclusive auction together. The article featured a photo of them looking intimate,
I frowned, opening the link with trembling fingers.
My vision blurred as I looked at the photos that followed. Alexa was wearing a graceful dress, she hand resting on Daniel's arm in intimacy.
Daniel looked at her with an expression that was familiar. A look full of affection. A look that I once thought was only for me.
Suddenly, the room felt too small. My chest and throat were tight as if I were drowning.
I felt something move inside my stomach, a small kick. I gasped.
My son.
I pressed my palm against my stomach, reminding myself that I was not alone. I couldn't give in to this feeling.
"I must be strong for the Prince, and my son!"
With renewed determination, I got up, grabbed the car keys, and rushed to the hospital.
"Her heartbeat is strong and healthy," the doctor said, showing the ultrasound screen.
"Take care of yourself, Miss Lea," he added gently. "Stress is not good for the baby."
I just smiled faintly. She doesn't know how deep the wound I'm carrying right now is.
I walked out of the hospital with steady steps, but there was one more place I had to go before I completely disappeared.
I walked into the *Harper Enterprises* building with my head held high. Everyone still treated me with rrespectwas still Daniel's legal wife on paper, though in his heart, I was nothing more than a shadow.
I walked over to the secretary's desk. "Is Daniel inside?"
The woman looked nervous. "Hmm, Mr. Harper is receiving an important guest, ma'am."
I squinted my eyes. "Who's the guest?"
She swallowed, avoiding my gaze.
*I already know the answer.*
I turned around and waited in the hallway, pretending to make a phone call to avoid suspicion. Once it was quieter, I snuck into his office.
The door is slightly open.
I stepped closer... and what I saw inside made my heart seem to stop beating.
Daniel and Alexa are kissing.
Their lips merged intimately as if the world around them didn't exist. Daniel cupped her face gently, while Alexa wrapped her arms around his neck.
My blood is boiling.
I should have stormed in, screamed, and slapped them both.
But I didn't.
Instead, I reached for my phone and took photos of them.
I held my breath, making sure they didn't notice my presence, then turned around and walked out with light steps.
On my desk, I left my resignation letter.
Surprise, my dear husband.
In the car, I opened the fake social media account I had set up and uploaded the photo. Then, I sent it directly to Ethan Harris, Alexa's husband.
Once I got home, I gathered all the things Daniel had githe-the jewelry, the dresses, the fake love letters that used to make me believe he loved me.
I brought everything to the backyard, poured in lighter fluid, and then lit a match.
The flames grew, consuming five years of my life in an instant.
I stared at the flames with a blank expression. I felt no relief, no happiness. Only emptiness.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind me.
"What are you doing?"
I turned around and saw Alexa.
I frowned. "What are you doing here?"
She smiled sweetly, but her eyes were full of hatred. "Just wanted to make sure you reaappeared from Daniel's life."
Then, without warning, She kicked the burning boxes.
Embers and photos flew into the air, some even hitting her face, but she didn't care.
I stared at her in disbelief. "You're crazy, Alexa!
Alexa leaned closer, then whispered, "You know what? You're a useless child, letting your mother die!"
My blood is boiling.
Before I could think further, my hand moved on its own.
I slapped her across the face, hard enough that she lost his balance.
Alexa fell directly into the flames.
I was surprised.
She was screaming, panicking, trying to get up. I could see flames on the hem of her clothes.
