He cried and egged When too Late
“Close your eyes,” he said, leading me down the hall.
“Hans, if I trip, you’re catching me,” I warned.
“Always,” he promised.
When he opened the door, I gasped. The room was painted a soft, calming blue, with clouds stenciled across the ceiling. A crib stood in the corner, draped with a sheer white canopy.
“You did all this?” I asked, my voice catching.
Hans shrugged, grinning. “I had a little help. Do you like it?”
“I love it,” I whispered, tears threatening to spill. “It’s perfect.”
He pulled me into a hug, his hand resting on my belly. “Nothing but the best for our little one.
The final weeks of my pregnancy were exhausting, but Hans was there for me. He kept me laughing through the sleepless nights and held my hand through every ache and pain.
feet.
“You’re going to be the best dad,” I said one evening as we sat on the couch, his hand resting on my swollen
“And you’ll be the best mom,” he replied without hesitation.
I smiled, my heart full.
The day finally came when our baby decided to make his grand entrance.
It started early in the morning, a dull ache in my back that quickly escalated. “Hans,” I said, shaking his shoulder.
He sat up immediately, his eyes wide. “Is it time?”
I nodded, gripping his hand as another contraction hit.
Hans sprang into action, calling the driver and grabbing the hospital bag he’d packed weeks ago. By the time we arrived at the hospital, the contractions were coming fast, and I was clinging to Hans for dear life.
“You’re doing amazing,” he said, his voice steady as he held my hand through the pain.
Hours later, after what felt like an eternity, our son was born.
Hans’s face lit up as the doctor placed the tiny bundle in his arms. “He’s perfect,” Hans whispered, tears streaming down his face.
I smiled weakly, exhausted but overwhelmed with joy. “Let me see him.”
Hans gently placed our son in my arms, and I felt my heart swell in a way I hadn’t known was possible. “Hi, Brendon,” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Welcome to the world.”
Hans sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we stared at our son. “You did it,” he said softly.
“We did it,” 1 corrected, leaning into him.
The weeks that followed were a blur of sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, but every moment was worth it. Hans was hands–on, waking up for every feeding and insisting on taking turns rocking Brendon back to
sleep
One night, as I watched him hold Brendon in the nursery, softly humming a lullaby, I felt a wave of gratitude wash
over me.
“I love you,” I said, my voice breaking.
Hans looked up, his eyes warm. “I love you more.”
For the first time in years, I felt complete. My past no longer held power over me. With Hans and Brendon by my side, I had everything I’d ever needed
And I knew our story was just beginning
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.
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Hered and Begged When It’s too Late
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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
8:50 AM
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
r, 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.
es were red,
“Zoe,” Travis said, his voice breaking. He was sitting by my bed, his hand gripping mine tightly. His eyes 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.
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
