The Three-Year Lie: Her Sweet Revenge

The day I found out I was pregnant was the same day I learned my three-year relationship was a meticulously crafted lie.

I rushed to surprise my perfect fiancé, Anthony Holden, only to overhear him talking to his twin brother.

"I've endured three years of this farce," he said, his voice cold. "Not once did I touch the woman."

My entire life was a revenge plot for his childhood friend, a woman who bullied me relentlessly in college.

They left me to grieve my grandmother's death alone, subjected me to tortures designed from my deepest fears, and left me for dead-twice.

The man who swore to protect me became my villain, convinced I deserved every moment of pain.

On our wedding day, he stood at the altar, ready to deliver his final, humiliating blow.

He had no idea I was miles away, about to live-stream his confession to the entire world.

My revenge was just beginning.

Chapter 1

Erica POV:

The day I found out I was pregnant was the same day I learned my three-year relationship was a meticulously crafted lie.

The rain hammered against the sterile window of the hospital bathroom, a frantic, angry rhythm that matched the frantic, joyous drumming in my chest. My hand trembled, not from the chill seeping through the glass, but from the two stark pink lines staring back at me from the plastic stick on the counter.

Pregnant.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, so potent I had to grip the edge of the sink to steady myself. A baby. Our baby. Mine and Anthony's.

A laugh, watery and breathless, escaped my lips. I pressed a hand to my still-flat stomach, a fierce, protective love already blooming, so powerful it threatened to consume me. For three years, Anthony Holden had been my everything. He was the sun that had burned away the shadows of my past, the solid ground beneath my feet after a lifetime of instability. He, the heir to the Holden corporate empire, had chosen me, a working-class ER nurse with more trauma than savings. He' d loved me, cherished me, and just last month, he' d slipped a diamond onto my finger that was worth more than my parents' house.

I had to tell him. Not over the phone. I wanted to see his face, to witness the moment his perfect, stoic features broke into that rare, breathtaking smile he reserved only for me.

My shift was over. An idea, sparkling and brilliant, took hold. Anthony had mentioned a meeting at "The Obsidian," one of those obscenely exclusive NYC clubs where deals were brokered over hundred-dollar cocktails. I would surprise him.

The drive through the storm-lashed city was a blur of slick streets and neon reflections. My heart thrummed with a nervous energy that had nothing to do with the caffeine I' d mainlined during my twelve-hour shift. I pictured his reaction, the way his cool gray eyes would warm, the way he' d pull me into his