From Broken To Beloved, My Journey

My husband, Andre Grimes, was a newly-elected senator, and I was a celebrated chef pregnant with our first child. On the night of his victory, our world was supposed to be perfect.

Instead, I watched him on live TV, his arm around his pregnant mistress, as he announced their relationship to the world. He then looked into the camera and called my own pregnancy a lie, a fabrication to create a scandal.

His powerful family, along with my own adoptive parents, locked me in our home. They moved his mistress into my bedroom and planned to force me to have an abortion to protect his career.

His mother looked at me with cold eyes.

"It's for the best, Kyra. No loose ends."

I was trapped, betrayed by everyone, facing the murder of my unborn child.

But they made one mistake: they gave me back my phone. With trembling hands, I found a long-forgotten number and dialed. A man's voice answered.

"My name is Kyra Moore," I choked out. "I think you might be my father. They're going to take my baby."

Chapter 1

My husband, Andre Grimes, was a senator-elect, and I watched him on the TV screen. His face glowed with victory. My heart, however, was already a tomb. My name is Kyra Moore. I was a celebrated chef. Tonight, the world learned about his primary win, but I learned he had replaced me.

The champagne flutes clinked around me in the crowded hotel ballroom. Andre's victory party was in full swing. Everyone smiled, talked, and laughed. My own smile felt glued to my face. Inside, a heavy secret bloomed, pressing against my ribs. A new life. Our life. Or what I thought was our life.

A reporter, a woman with sharp eyes and a microphone, shoved her way towards me. She bypassed the laughing crowd, her gaze fixed. "Mrs. Grimes! Kyra! Can you confirm the rumors about Senator-elect Grimes and his campaign manager, Casey Gallagher?"

The room's noise faded to a dull roar. The champagne in my hand felt suddenly heavy, like liquid lead. My blood ran cold, then hot. Rumors?

Before I could answer, a giant screen above the stage, usually showing Andre's smiling face, flashed a new image. It was a close-up, a glossy photo. Andre. And Casey. Her head was nestled against his shoulder. His arm was wrapped tight around her waist. A banner scrolled beneath it: "Senator-elect Grimes and Pregnant Campaign Manager Casey Gallagher Confirm Relationship. Expecting First Child."

My stomach clenched. A sharp, burning pain, like a knife twisting inside me. My vision blurred. The world around me spun. The polished floor seemed to tilt.

Whispers started, growing louder, like buzzing flies. Eyes turned towards me. They weren't smiling anymore. They were pitying. Curious. Judging. I felt naked, exposed under their gaze.

Then, my eyes found them. On stage. Andre. Casey. They were there. Live. She leaned into him, a soft, possessive gesture. Her hand rested on her visibly rounded belly. His hand