I’d kept our marriage a private affair for the most part. The world didn’t need to know all the details, just that Harrison Windsor was one of the most powerful men in the city and I was his supportive wife. But today, I was here with a different agenda—a revelation I couldn’t wait to share.
Harrison didn’t know yet, but we were about to be parents. I had just come from the doctor’s office, the ultrasound still vivid in my mind. A perfect little heartbeat, tiny hands and feet, a future full of promise. I couldn’t wait to tell him, to see his face light up with joy, to know that we were about to start a new chapter together.
But when I entered the building, my excitement was short-lived.
My heels clicked along the polished floor as I made my way through the sleek, minimalist lobby. The sound of hushed voices echoed, and as I reached the elevator, something stopped me cold.
I saw them—Harrison and Vivien Sterling.
Vivien.
The name alone made my blood run cold. Vivien Sterling was one of Harrison’s top executives, a woman who had a reputation for being ruthless, manipulative, and, most importantly, very much in control of everything she touched. And there, standing in front of me, was Harrison, his arm wrapped around her waist as they laughed together. Vivien’s fingers were entangled in his suit jacket, her lips brushing his ear in a way that looked far too intimate for any professional relationship.
