The CEO, My Accidental Lover

Elodie

"Happy anniversary bab-" The words die in my throat at the person who walks in behind him.

...

The door has flown open with a loud thud, making me raise a hand to my chest, soothing my frightened heart.

My eyes lit up the moment my husband walked in, and a smile curls on my lips then falters at the sight of her.

"Serena." I frown, taking in my threat of a step-sister.

I blink to make sure I'm seeing very clearly.

She grins, wide and malicious. "Elodie."

She's truly here then, it's not a figment of my imagination.

"What are you doing here?" I snap, brows dipping in both confusion and irritation.

I turn to my husband. "Mason, babe, what is she doing here?"

He rolls his eyes. "Who gave you the right to question me or anyone I bring into my house?"

"Serena." I face my step-sister again, my patience wearing thin. "I asked you a question!"

Before the words even land, a hand cracks across my face. Pain sear up my cheeks. "Are you out of your mind? Questioning my guest?" Mason roars.

I freeze, a hand cupping my cheek, eyes watering. "Y-you hit me?" I manage to ask, voice barely audible.

That's when I see it. Mason's hand is curled firmly around Serena's waist.

"What's going on, babe?" I ask, whimpering.

Until understanding dawn on me, and as if she was waiting for that moment... Serena smiles. "Forgive my manners, sister," she chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves, "but for your own good, I suggest you be nicer to your soon to be saviour."

"Saviour?" I scoff, sniffling. "What exactly are you saving me from, Serena?"

She ignores me, rubbing her belly while inspecting the house I spent hours decorating for Mason and my anniversary.

"Meanwhile, I love this deco," she said, "You really put so much effort into preparing for my coming, dear sister." Her sly chuckle fills the air.

I clench my fists, the surge to bang her head across the wall comes to me.

"Honey, what is the meaning of this madness?" I turn to face Mason.

"Here," he says and shoves some papers to me.

"This bears the answer to your questions Elodie, and let this be the last time I ever hear you say that word 'Honey' to my face." he spat.

My pupils dilate at what I read, jaw dropping.

"Divorce?" I gawk.

"Yes Elodie, I want a divorce, and you have just thirty days to respond. If not, the petition will be granted automatically." His words echo like it's the easiest thing to say.

My heart skips a beat and I crumble the papers in my hand. "Why Mason?" I ask, my voice uneven, sobs growing louder.

"I don't love you anymore Elodie," he squints, his brows furrows. "And I can't keep living with a fellow man disguised as a woman"

What is that even supposed to mean?

"This can't be." I shook my head. "Tell me