Chapter 3
“Claire, the honeymoon suite you stayed in? The bedsheets still reeked of the night Lucas and I spent together.”
“Didn’t Lucas swear he’d fall asleep holding you every night? Want me to prove I can make him leave you with a snap of my fingers?”
Clarissa’s voice message made my stomach churn.
“Ugh-
I had just thrown up when the door was flung open.
“Cece? Morning sickness got worse? I’ll make something light for you right away!” Lucas rushed
Soon, he returned with a steaming bowl of barley soup, its nutty aroma filling the air.
He’d learned the recipe from a Michelin chef just for me–turning down three major acquisition
deals for this one dish.
His eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms like before.
Seeing my indifference, he froze for a moment.
Then, as if his hands remembered what his heart no longer did, he began massaging my temples.
“Lucas,” I suddenly asked, “Is there anything you’ve lied to me about? If you-”
Lucas… I’ll give you one last chance–for the time I jumped out a window, and you broke three
ribs catching me.
“What nonsense are you talking about? You and the baby are my everything.”
I looked at his flawless performance and found it laughable.
Lucas studied my face closely, then chuckled.
“I knew it you say these things just to get me to coax you.”
Then he leaned in, trying to kiss me.
A sudden thunderclap cracked outside.
I instinctively shrank under the blanket.
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I hadn’t cried from thunder in years.
Ever since meeting Lucas, I thought I’d found the safety of a home.
But now, tears flowed uncontrollably.
Lucas held me tight. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
His embrace was still warm, but I was trembling with cold.
Just then, a servant came running in, whispering something in Lucas’s ear.
His face darkened instantly, though he tried to appear calm.
“Can’t you see she’s resting?”
He lightly patted my back but kept glancing toward the door.
“Sleep, I’ll stay here with you.”
But once he thought I had “fallen asleep,” he left without a backward glance.
In the dark, my phone lit up again and again.
Clarissa’s photos flooded in–each one more nauseating than the last..
Crumpled bedsheets, Lucas’s bare back, and details too vile to describe.
The final voice message was breathy and smug:
[Claire, Lucas hasn’t touched you since you got pregnant, right? But he just can’t resist me–he
had me three times just now…]
[Oh, and I heard Lucas hasn’t named your baby yet? Our baby is called Mia.]
She even revealed a tattoo on her chest–matching Lucas’s own tattoo location exactly.
A sharp crack echoed in my mind.
So when I had tearfully traced the “Cece” tattoo over his heart on our wedding night,
he wasn’t overwhelmed with love–he was weighed down by guilt.
Every time he called me “Cece” with such affection-
he was thinking of someone else.
For three years, I’d been nothing but a colossal joke.
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I sat through the night until dawn.
Finally, I replied to the number that had been waiting patiently:
[I agree to let you be the baby’s legal father. Let’s work together.]
The next morning, I was awakened by a noisy commotion.
The grand hall was full of Silvergate’s elite, all gathered to celebrate my birthday.
I was stunned.
Ever since my mother passed, I hadn’t celebrated my birthday in ten years.
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Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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