Chapter 1


    Betrayed


    | blinked several times refusing to believe the scene unfolding before my own eyes. Was | seeing things? Had my mind been


    ying tricks on me? My doubts faded seeing as the longer | stared at the horror in front of me, the more of a reality it had


    be.


    The excitement that | felt rushing over to the highest floor of this building began to dissipate. The papers | held in my hand slowly


    began to drop in defeat at my side.


    “Congrattions! You’re pregnant.” The doctor’s congrattions gradually disappeared only to be reced by the sound of my


    crashing, aching heart pounded deafeningly within my ears. My blood, sizzling with anger yet rancid with pain, coursed through


    my veins as my vision began to cloud up with unshed tears at what had been witnessing.


    The scantily dressed red head that | had known all too well had been closely pressed against the chest of my husband of six


    months as he held her in his embrace. | watched in mortification as he stared down at her in yearning and glee at her return. His


    ex that jilted him at the alter!


    The ss of his office door spared no concealment of their actions allowing me to view in full strife.


    | should have know that this would happen. That Dante Crawford could love none but himself and his runaway ex- bride.


    Blinking away the burning tears from my eyes, | took in a breath despite it being difficult to overlook thepressed feeling in


    my chest. | pushed open the door determined to break this little scene apart. My one hand clutched my newly found information


    at my side while the other cleared the way for me to enter.


    The nerve of both of them. Neither one of them appeared to be remotely ashamed especially my dear husband but why should


    he? This was all a contract to him anyways. The uses of which he could easily vite.


    “What on earth is going on in here?” | managed to illicit the right amount of rancor and anger without letting my hurt sI*p through


    the cracks.


    “Ahh, Sophia, | was meaning to sp*ak to you about this but lucky you''ve arrived in time.” Dante spoke as casually as he could


    and not like | actually deserved a genuine exnation of what the hell was going on.


    | raised a confused brow at him urging him to speak further in hopes that | would receive some rity.


    “| want a divorce.” For a moment | thought that | had misheard him, that those words were a figment of my imagination but it


    echoed loud and clear through the air.


    “A divorce?” | asked, dumbfounded and caught entirely off guard. My gaze darted at the minimal space between Pheobe and


    him.


    | thought he hated Pheobe after what she had done to him. After all the bacsh he had to face and the wrath of his father that


    push him in to this contract, surely it was enough to resent the person who caused this uproar but it would seem that | was


    wrong.


    Pheobe moved from his tight embrace but just enough so that she could ce a supporting hand on his zer d bicep


    showing of her candy red nails.


    “Pheobe and | are getting back together. She exined a few things and I’ve decided to forgive her.” Dante exined as the


    woman beside him tried to contain a smug little grin.


    | tore my eyes away from her and looked to him. “But we are married.” | reminded him to which he scoffed.


    “Only because you trapped me into marrying you.” | stared at him in disbelief. This cold demeanour was not like him but


    obviously he would believe that | had something to do with the scandal that had us marrying in the first ce.


    “Dante, please you must reconsider. Do not make such a rash decision.” | begged clutching the papers in my hand. “Il have


    something to tell you but-“ my eyes darted to Pheobe. “I’d prefer to do it in private.” | prompted not wanting to speak on front of


    her.


    Dante waved his hand through the air dismissing my request. “Whatever it is you have to say you''ll have to say in front of


    Pheobe.” He responded abruptly and for a fraction of a seconds | couldn’t believe that this was the same man I''d known in the


    past 6 months.


    The man | agreed to marry purely because | had fallen for him. The man who | married to save from being torn apart ina


    scandal. It was not like we lived as strangers. The information in my hand was proof of it.


    He was the father of my unborn child but whatever part of me rushed over here in excitement to tell him had been dead. | was


    never going to mention such a vital thing to him in front of Pheobe who | couldn’t trust at all.


    Besides, judging from his change of heart, Dante would probably want nothing to do with this child considering how enraptured


    he is by the return of his old me.


    “Well?” Pheobe prompted impatiently as she carassed Dante’s arm. “Spit it out.”


    “On second thought, | change my mind.” | muttered bitterly.


    “Since everything is settled then, | hope you remove yourself from my house before tomorrow morning. | thank you for your help,


    Sophia, but | won’t be needing it anymore.” | opened my mouth to say something but he went on. “If you’re going to ask about


    the agreed settlement amount then know that it will be deposited in to your ount before the end of the day. To rectify the


    situation, divorce papers will be sent to you in a matter of days.” He said with finality in his tone and an inpatient look in his eyes.


    | tried to swallow the ball in that had painfully formed on my throat. It was still a shocker to me that all of this was happening in


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    “Dante, please. You can’t do this to me. Not now and not like this.” | begged, my lower |*p quivering but | refuse to let my eyes


    shed tears in front of these two.


    Pheobe stepped forward now. “You heard what he said. Don’t make him repeat himself. Get your stuff out of the house and leave


    him alone. You''ve trapped him in a marriage he never wanted and now he’s free.” She emphasised thest word and my nostril


    red itching to tell her to stay out of this but it was a losing battle.


    Dante has clearly made up his mind and | was not going to sit her convincing him otherwise. Especially not with Pheobe gloating


    by his side.


    | hid the papers at my side and merely nodded before turning around and leaving. What started out as a seemingly exciting day


    turned out to be my nightmare. | loved Dante from the time | began working as his personal assistant three years ago to having


    shared a life with him for the past half a dozen months. This was not the Dante | knew but perhaps | never really knew him to


    begin with.


    The little blob in my stomach was all | had now and | would be damned if | jeopardized this also.


    As | stormed out of the building, all | could think about was the bitter, conniving way that Pheobe had red at me. | was never


    one to scare easily but it was rare for someone to look at me with such evil disyed tantly on their face.