Gone With His Treacherous Love

On the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, I discovered my fiancé, Graham, was having an affair with my sister, Hollie.

The betrayal was compounded by a second, more devastating secret: Hollie was pregnant with his child. All this, while I was secretly carrying his baby too.

He swore his loyalty to me, calling betrayal the ultimate sin, all while planning a future with her. He dismissed her as a "childish infatuation" to my face, then rushed to her side for a "family emergency."

I followed him and watched them embrace, heard him promise her fireworks and my life. I saw her hand him a gift, then he carried her inside. The door closed on their shared secret, and on my entire world.

My sister then sent me a picture of her ultrasound, taunting me to leave quietly. She thought she had won.

But she didn't know I had already made a call. Three days later, as Graham stood with a visibly pregnant Hollie at the chapel where we were supposed to get married, he saw my car speed past.

His face twisted in horror as he realized I was gone. Not just leaving, but disappearing completely. Three years later, I returned, no longer his fiancée, but Dr. Cross, a powerful strategist he couldn't touch. And he was just a man desperate to get back what he had destroyed.

Chapter 1

Corinna POV:

His hand on my waist felt like a betrayal before I even heard the words. It was the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, and Graham Rios, the man I was supposed to marry, the man I just learned I was carrying a child for, was discussing his affair with my sister, Hollie. Right here. Right now. In the hushed elegance of our family' s private dining room, as if my world wasn't already fragile enough.

My fingers instinctively brushed against the pocket of my dress. The small plastic stick, tucked away, suddenly felt like a weapon, or a ticking bomb. Two pink lines. A secret I' d planned to whisper to Graham tonight, a fragile hope in the shadow of my grief. Now, it was just another layer of ice coating my heart.

I had imagined the perfect moment. After the memorial dinner, an intimate quiet, perhaps by the fireplace, telling him we were about to start our own family. A new beginning, a light in the perpetual dimness since Dad left.

"She's becoming quite a distraction, isn't she, sir?" Robert, Graham's most trusted aide, murmured, his voice too loud in the sudden lull of conversation. He wore a sneer that didn't quite reach his eyes, a look I knew all too well from years in politics. It was the look of a man who held a secret, and enjoyed it.

My breath hitched. "She"?

Graham chuckled, a low, dismissive sound that grated against my nerves. "Hollie? Just a childish infatuation. Nothing serious. You know how these young ones are, always craving attention. Easily