Chapter 9
Zane’s POV
The lights of my study flickered around me as I stood frozen in place. It felt as though the stone-cold wall pressed against my back, but nothing made me shiver more than Zara’s words.
A child.
Those two syllables hovered in my head like the aftershock of a bomb all through the ride from the hotel to my mansion. My heart beat faster as I tried to breathe and make sense of Zara’s words. She was… pregnant? And I never knew?
The image of her tear-lined face, the fury in her eyes, and the grief in her voice—it was all too real. Too raw to be a sham. She couldn’t have been lying about it.
The truth hit deep into me like poison. I didn’t know what hit me harder. The unveiling of her identity? The news of a child? The man who was all over her? Or her final words to me as she walked away.
The scene where I pushed her out of my house onto the pavement three years ago began to flash through my mind. Her voice calling out to me in the dark, begging me to take her back, echoed in my ears. It was not something I could stop thinking about. At this point, it became clear I had fucked up. Foolish, blind, and greedy, I had let her slip from my hands. I let go of my pregnant, heiress wife for someone less.
I had been keen on following the stock updates of Elora’s family’s company. They have been keeping me on my toes, with anxiety and insomnia every night. What do I do when Elora loses her heritage? How could she be of any use to me?. I paced back and forth in my study, thinking of how I could possibly save myself.
Then I stopped. A familiar idea hit me. To marry the heiress!. This time, an established heiress, a successful one, one who could secure my wealth forever. I must get Zara back!. That’s the only way.
But if Zara is an heiress, the man beside her wouldn’t just be some fiancé. He must also want her for her legacy. I stared into space, jaw clenched. I quickly reached out for my phone to contact Kelvin. He was good at digging up information on shady people like this one. He had successfully executed all my dirty jobs in the past. This new opponent would not be any different.
“Kelvin. Find out everything you can on Zara’s supposed fiancé. I want to have access to his background, car GPS history, company, if any, investor files, anything related to this man, including how he came to be engaged to Zara. I want everything by the end of the week. You know I don’t ask twice.” I said, my tone threatening as I hung up the call.
I fell into my chair and brought out my pack of cigar to ease myself with some smoke time. Before I could enjoy my moment, the door opened widely.
Elora.
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes blazing with rage. Here we go again.
She walked in quickly, flipped her blonde hair to the back, and folded her arms. “Who was that back there, and what is this about finding out who Zara’s fiancé is? She demanded, her voice like shattering glass
“You dare listen in on my conversation?”. I stopped smoking my cigar midway.
She scoffed. “I’m your wife, aren’t I?”
I didn’t respond. I took a long drag from my cigar, taking in the bitterness before exhaling.
“Is what Zara said true?” Her voice became shaky.
“ Are you trying to leave me and get back with her?”
She hissed, stepping closer. “Is that it?”
“Elora—” I tried to let out words to get her to leave me the hell alone.
“ No! Don’t Elora me,” her voice cracked like a whip.
“You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at her?. That was how you looked at me before asking me out years ago! You looked at her like she was your fucking world. Like I didn’t exist.” She thundered at me.
I took a little smoke and rubbed my temples, exhausted from all the noise. “Keep your voice down. Our son is probably asleep”.
She turned away, hands trembling, but her voice was still laced with venom. “You said you were done with her. You said she was your past, and I was your present and future. But the moment she shows up dripping in silver and diamonds, you’re suddenly tensed.”
I looked at her in a bid to console her, but this Elora in front of me was not the seductive, once exciting lady I left Zara for. She looked small, powerless, angry, and stinkingly desperate. Her presence, once intoxicating, now clung to me like a burden. I immediately lost the flair to console her and continued smoking.
“Wow,” she said with a shaky voice.
I stared at her, unmoved.
“So you’re just going to sit there and smoke, ignoring everything I just said?”
Silence. Her face dimmed at that.
Then her voice reduced to a whisper.
“Do you regret leaving her for me?”
I got up in a frenzy, in a bid to go smoke elsewhere. “I don’t have time for this. I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Go watch over our son,” I dismissed her.
She nodded her head like someone about to plan a coup, then walked out, slamming the door behind her.
I sat back down and continued pleasuring myself with my cigar. Pictures of Zara during the event flooded my mind. It explained so much. The dignity with which she used to carry herself. The refusal to beg anyone for anything. The pride. She never wanted money, just love and care.
But I had broken her heart. Now she’s back—glowing, sexy, seductive. She seemed much hotter than ever. I began to lick my lips, and my hands slipped beneath my trousers before I realized it. I began stroking my dick to jerk off at the thought of her.
I didn’t know what I was going to do yet, but one thing was sure. I wanted her back so bad.
Even if it meant doing the unspeakable to get her.
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