“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place.

Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby.

“You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.”

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For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister.

Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds.

He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web.

In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.”

She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant.

In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years.
Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?


I could see the satisfaction gleaming in Amara's eyes as she watched my tears flow down my cheeks. 


I knew she was relishing this rare moment when I finally appeared to break down in front of another person. Throughout our lives, she had never witnessed me shedding tears before her.


I had always maintained my iron facade. Regardless of how furious or hurt I became, I refused to weep in front of Amara or our mother. I was certain she had assumed I never showed such vulnerability to anyone else either.


I could practically hear her thoughts: "God, she must be absolutely crushed after getting axed from the job she's poured her soul into for years." I imagined her snickering to herself, picturing me sobbing like a child in my office.


Chapter 143 - Chapter 143 Scars Left by Betrayal