Chapter 138
The test sat on the desk beside me, two bold lines staring back at me like a silent confession I wasn’t ready to make.
I was pregnant. With Jeron’s child,N
The weight of that realization threatened to crush me, but I had no time to dwell on it. I knew one thing for sure I couldn’t hide forever.N
So, I did the one thing I had been avoiding for days.
I powered on my phone.
The screen lit up instantly, notifications flooding in. My heart pounded as I scrolled through the messages.%
Jeron (56 missed calls, 20 unread messages)
Mom (17 missed calls, 10 unread messages)
Covey Family Chat (Unread messages: 50+)
I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I hesitated to open them.
The media had been informed that I was sick, which explained why there were no aggressive headlines about me abandoning my own wedding.
But social media was a different battlefield.
I opened the trending news. My name was everywhere.H
A viral post had circulated–one claiming I had run away because I was secretly having an affair
Comments flooded in. My hands clenched around the phone. This was deliberate, Someone was ruining my image. And I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly who was behind it.A
Before I could dwell on it further, a soft knock came at my door.
“Sister Beatrice?” I called, standing up.
She peeked in, her expression unreadable. “Katherine, dear… you have a visitor.“W
I frowned. “That’s impossible. No one knows I’m here.“W
Then, a deep voice cut through the doorway.
“I do.”
I froze.
Jeron. He stood there, dressed in a sharp black suit, holding a bouquet of white roses. His expression was unreadable, but his piercing blue eyes never left mine,
I took a step back instinctively, panic flaring in my chest.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said, turning on my heels. “How did you even find me?”
“Katherine, wait-”
I ran to my room, slamming the door behind me–or at least, I tried. Jeron’s hand shoved the door open, forcing himself inside before I could lock it.
“Get out!” I shouted, trying to push him away.
But he didn’t move.
Instead, he grabbed my wrist–gently, yet firmly.
“Just listen to me.” His voice was softer now, almost pleading. “That’s all I ask.“W
I ripped my hand away. “Why should I? You’re just like Keith. You made me believe I could love again, and then you shattered it in front of me.” My voice cracked, despite my best efforts to stay strong.”
Jeron exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Katherine, I didn’t cheat on you.”
I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Do you think I’m stupid? I saw the photos, Jeron. I saw you in that hotel room with another woman. Don’t stand here and insult me by denying it.”
men.
Jeron didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out his phone. “I’m not denying anything. I’m proving it to you.”
He tapped the screen a few times before turning it toward me.”
A video played. I hesitated, but my curiosity got the best of me. The footage showed a dimly lit bar–Jeron sitting at a table with two
Seconds later, a woman approached, carrying two drinks. Jeron took a sip, and then- He stumbled. His head tilted to the side. His vision blurred. He looked dazed. And then, two men–his so–called business associates–dragged him out of the bar.
The next clip showed a hotel hallway. Jeron was barely conscious as the men dumped him onto a bed. A woman–the same one in the photos–sat beside him, positioning herself carefully.
The final shot? Her smiling at the camera. And then the screen went black.
I stared, my breath catching in my throat.”
Jeron’s voice broke through the silence. “It was a setup. I was drugged, Katherine. And I just found out who was behind it.“#
My stomach dropped.
“…Sasha.”
He nodded grimly. “She planned this. She wanted you to see those photos and believe them. And judging by your reaction, it worked.”
Everything clicked into place. The social media pages trashing my name. The conveniently timed leaks of the photos. The fact that she was the only one with motive to destroy me.
My nails dug into my palm. She wanted revenge. She wanted to ruin my happiness. She succeeded.”
I took a step back, overwhelmed. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”
Jeron took a step closer, his voice gentle but firm. “Come home with me.“”
I stiffened.N
“No.”
His jaw tensed, “Katherine-”
“I’ll only go back home if you can prove–without a doubt–that it was Sasha. I want to see her confess. I want undeniable evidence.“} Jeron’s gaze held mine. “And if I do?”
“Then I’ll come back,” I whispered. “But not before that.”
Silence stretched between us.
Then, Jeron nodded once.N
“Fine.” His eyes burned with determination. “I’ll prove it to you, Katherine.”}]
He turned toward the door, but before stepping out, he looked back at me, his voice soft but unyielding.”
“I’m not Keith. And I won’t stop fighting for you.“}]
Then he was gone.
I let out a shaky breath, pressing my hand against my stomach.
What Jeron didn’t know… was that he wasn’t just fighting for me.” He was fighting for our baby, too.
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