Inside the busy office hall of Montgomery & Sons, I saw a man struggling to keep his balance. He was carrying several bulging bags of important documents, and his feet were slipping on the marble floor. Just as he was about to topple over, I rushed in from the side, my heels clicking against the ground."Edward, wait—!" I called out, desperate to help. I reached out to steady him, but it was no use. Instead of preventing his fall, I stumbled, and we both went crashing to the floor, documents flying everywhere. The loud thud drew everyone's attention.The office erupted in laughter. Edward, face contorted with rage, scrambled to his feet. "Dammit, Seraphina!" he snapped. "You never should have bothered helping me! Look at this mess…you've made everything worse! These documents are everywhere because of you!"My face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. I tried to stammer out a defense, but before I could get more than a few words out, a sneering voice cut through the amused crow

I woke up in a sterile white room, the antiseptic smell of the hospital filling my nostrils. My body ached all over, each movement sending sharp pains through me. The beeping of the machines was rhythmic and distant, like a heartbeat far away from my own. I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my mind, but the pain was a constant, relentless reminder of what had happened. I tried to sit up, but my limbs feel heavy, weighed down by an unbearable sadness and physical agony. As I moved, I felt a dampness beneath me and looked down to see the sheet covers stained with blood. Panic surged through me, and my breath caught in my throat. The door creaked open, and a doctor entered, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a hint of sorrow. He approached my bedside, his hands clasped in front of him. "Mrs. Luther," he began, his voice calm and measured, "how are you feeling?" I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Doctor, my baby... Is my pregnancy okay?" His face fell sl

Williams POV. The newly commenced national museum was busy with a lot of people and activities from all over the world. I walked alongside the Secretary of State, Robert Caldwell, a man whose influence could elevate Montgomery Enterprises to new heights. The museum, owned by the government, contained paintings and sculptures that held secrets and historical significance. The museum manager, a bespectacled man with a high tone, was guiding us through the exhibits. "This sculpture here," he said, pointing to a perfectly carved piece, "dates back to the 16th century and is said to contain hidden compartments used by spies of that era." "Fascinating," Caldwell murmured, his interest clearly piqued. I nodded absently, my attention divided. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket, Jessica's name flashing on the screen. I adjusted my tie for the umpteenth time, a clear sign of my impatience. "Get me a bottle of water," I ordered my P.A., who promptly scurried off to fulfill my request

Williams POV.The first three months with Jessica was perfect. She was everything I thought I wanted: charming, beautiful, and ambitious. She worked in public relations, and together, we were the perfect power couple. Everywhere we went, people commented on how well we looked together. We toured the world, from Paris to Tokyo, and I lavished her with gifts, spending millions without a second thought. I treated her better than I had ever treated anyone, but that was before I saw her true colors.As that phase faded, Jessica's true nature emerged. She became clingy, her constant need for attention suffocating. She manipulated situations to her advantage, always wanting more control over my life and my decisions. Unlike Seraphina, who had been independent and strong, Jessica was like a black hole of neediness. But I told myself I had to deal with it. After all, I chose her over my wife.Every day turned into a nightmare. Jessica would show up at my office unannounced, demanding my time

Allison's POV The manager swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously between me and Jessica. She straightened up, suddenly unsure of how to proceed. "I... I didn’t realize," she stammered. "Please, let me see what I can do."Jessica, oblivious to the exchange, continued to glare at me. "What did you say to her?" she demanded, suspicion in her voice.I smiled, a cold, confident smile. "Nothing you need to worry about, Jessica."Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might recognize me. But the dark shades I wore kept my identity safe. She huffed in frustration, turning back to the manager. "Well? Are you going to sell me the dress or not?"The manager hesitated, clearly torn. She turned to the salesgirl. "Please, bring the dress to this lady," she said, pointing at me. "Right away."Jessica’s face twisted in fury. "What? How dare you! I offered more money!"The manager’s voice shook slightly. "I apologize, Miss Daniels, but this dress is now sold."Jessica’s eyes flashed w