Chapter 3

My heart was a block of ice in my chest. I forced myself to breathe, to open the laptop again. I had to know everything.

I clicked on another video, filmed a month prior.

They were in the same condo, arguing. Molly was crying.

"You have to tell her, Caleb!"

"Tell her what? That my mistress is pregnant? Are you insane?" he hissed. "That would destroy everything."

Pregnant.

The word hit me like a physical blow. I felt the air leave my lungs. All those years I had put off having a child for him, for his career. All those nights I had cried myself to sleep, aching for a baby that he said we weren't ready for.

"What are we going to do?" Molly sobbed.

Caleb' s face was a mask of cold calculation. He paced the room, running a hand through his hair.

"We do nothing," he said finally. "You'll have the baby. I'll buy you a house, set you up for life. You'll be comfortable. Silent."

"And the baby?"

"We'll tell everyone Gabrielle can't carry a child. Her tour schedule, the stress... it's a perfect excuse. We'll adopt. Everyone will see me as a hero, standing by my wife. And I'll get to raise my own child. It's the perfect plan."

He smiled then, a chilling, triumphant smile that made my blood run cold.

He wasn't just cheating on me. He was planning to steal my life, my dream, and sell it to the world as another chapter in his perfect love story.

I closed the laptop, my mind numb. I copied the entire folder onto a hidden flash drive, my movements slow and deliberate.

The trust was gone. The love had curdled into something toxic.

All that was left was the post-nup. And a plan.