After a night with his mistress, a pregnant wife quietly boarded a private jet—while the mistress was left begging outside, unaware of the truth unfolding.

rose slowly, one hand braced on the table, the other beneath her belly.

Richard smiled then, but the smile had turned narrow.

“You think anyone will believe you? You barely leave this apartment. You cry at charity events. You faint in public. I can make this look like stress, Clara. I can make it look like confusion.”

A chill moved through her.

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