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A Devil's Deal To Ruin My Ex-husband - Chapter 2



Chapter 2


Is Alisha hers?

Eloise sat frozen in the hospital corridor, her fingers clutching the edge of the chair. Laera sat beside her, both waiting for the DNA results.

Could Alisha really not be her child? No—impossible. Eloise didn’t believe it. This was absurd.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, her voice low.
“Hello.”

“Mrs. Eloise… your grandfather doesn’t have much time left. Would you like to come and see him one last time?”

Whatever she heard drained the color from her face.

Her grandfather was in another wing of the same hospital. Without a word to Laera, Eloise shot to her feet and ran. Laera called after her, startled, but Eloise didn’t answer. She just kept running.

The message had struck like a bolt of lightning—sharp, sudden, and utterly paralyzing. Yet she couldn’t stop moving.

From the day she was born, her grandfather had adored her. He’d raised her like a princess, protecting her from every storm, making sure she wanted for nothing. He had trusted her enough to pass her the family company, telling her she deserved a life where she never had to bow her head to anyone. And she had believed she’d always have him by her side.

She reached the geriatric wing, eyes wide with dread. The nurses didn’t try to stop her. She pushed the door open.

There he was.

Still. Covered.

"Grandpa?" she whispered, stepping forward. Her fingers brushed his cold hand.

He didn’t move.

Her knees buckled. Her chest ached like it was splitting open from the inside.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor said gently. "He asked us to give this to you."

He handed her something small—her grandfather’s wristwatch.

The one he never took off.

Eloise clutched it to her chest, sobbing silently. The world felt suddenly, achingly, empty.

(Flashback)

"Cute Pa!" Eloise giggled, kissing his cheek.

"My favorite fox!" he grinned.

"Miss me?"

"Always. Even though I saw you this morning."

He tapped his beloved watch. "You’re jealous of this, aren’t you?"

"Totally," she joked.

"Time, Eloise," he said seriously. "Time’s the only thing that saves you when the world closes in."

(Back to present)




She kissed the cold back of his hand. "I love you," she whispered, each word scraping against the lump in her throat. The air felt too thin, as if the room itself was pressing down on her.

Eloise clutched it to her chest, sobbing silently. The world felt suddenly, achingly, empty.




Now that her grandfather was gone, her world was reduced to just her daughter and her husband. She had to hold on to that. She had to believe—no, she was certain—that Alisha was her child. She had to be.

****

Hours had passed, Eloise dragged her feet out of the sterile room, with her shoulders dropped, dried tears plastered on her face, red nose and red swollen eyes.

She dragged her feet back to the DNA testing room, where she found Laera and Dr. Glenda, staring at her with sorrowful eyes.

"Go ahead," Eloise said to Glenda. “Tell me the results.”

Laera stood nearby, her expression heavy with worry. Glenda, arms folded, stared at the floor, avoiding Eloise’s gaze.

Without saying anything, Dr. Monica gave her the envelope.

With trembling hands, Eloise peeled the envelope open. Her eyes scanned the DNA report. Then stopped.

Her hands began to shake.

"This can’t be right," she breathed. "It says I’m not..."

"Alisha isn’t your biological daughter," Monica said gently.

Eloise snapped her head up. "That’s impossible. I gave birth to her. I nursed her. I held her first. I sang to her every single night."

"I know this is hard," Glenda said quietly, "but the results don’t lie. The diagnosis—HFI—is a genetic condition. It had to come from one of the parents. And you don’t have it."

Eloise made to speak, but all that came out was heavy air; her knees buckled, and she sank onto the floor. Fighting to breathe, she felt the room spinning as she replayed every memory.

Alisha’s cries, the late-night feeding, the lullabies, the tiny hand wrapped around her finger, the laughter, the milestone. How could she not be her daughter?

She shook her head in denial and made to speak but no word escaped her mouth.

“ Ah, ah!” Then she let out a deep wail that tore from her chest. A grief she never knew existed claws through her, savage and raw. Her head vibrated like she was on the verge of losing her sanity.

Mourning three loved ones at the same time, the one she loved since her childhood, the one she lost and didn't know she lost, and the one she can't let go of.

“ No,” she shook her head vigorously, “ I sang to her, she cried when I left the room- she knows my voice,” tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting.

"I thought Mr. Mason told you..." Glenda whispered.

Everything around Eloise blurred. "He knew?"

Glenda gave the faintest nod.

A ringing filled Eloise’s ears. Her vision dimmed, but her rage burned bright. "No. No, you’re wrong. You’re all wrong."

Laera stepped forward. "El, maybe you should talk to him. You deserve answers."

Eloise didn’t reply. Her chest felt like it was caving in, each breath a battle. She staggered out of the hospital, the fluorescent lights fading behind her.

The cold air slapped her face, but she barely noticed.

She hadn’t even thought to fix her hair or wipe her swollen eyes. Still in her wrinkled, loose dress and with dried tear tracks on her cheeks, she raised a trembling hand to flag down a taxi. There was only one place she needed to be. One person she needed to face.


*****


On the last floor of the company, the security guard could see a familiar figure alighting from the taxi and walking into the building. He was shocked as the lady came closer — he recognized her instantly.


He was too shocked to respond when she greeted him.


“Is that–Is that Miss Eloise?” his eyes bulged out of the socket. She looked like a woman hit by every world's hardship; her hair was messy, her eyes were red and puffy, her face was swollen like she spent her days crying, and her dress was bigger than her figure. He'd never imagined her dress like that, in a baggy gown, it was so unlike the fierce, hot, and gorgeous lady he knew.


Eloise took the elevator, after multiple calls to reach Mason, which were to no avail, she called his secretary, whom she was familiar with, and who told her she left him in the office. Eloise swallowed, her red eyes had tears brimming, her body felt cold, demanding his warmth, her heart ached, desperately wanting to see him, to seek answers, ones she wanted to hear.


The elevator dinged and opened, she stepped out, and her steps hastened towards the office door, not wanting a second to pass again without seeing him. In haste, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes fell on them, first on her best friend in a bra and skirt, sitting and holding hands with her. Her husband.


“Mason? Tamara?,” shocked beyond words, her mind went blank. Her bag slipped from her hand to the floor. Blood drained from her face, and her legs remained glued to the ground.


Her lips parted, her widened eyes moved from Tamara to Mason, then to Tamara again.


This was her best friend, the one she tells everything and anything, the one she lets into her life without a second thought. They laughed together, danced together, ate together, and slept together. A friend like a sister she never had, hurt her, and see Eloise's red blazing eyes and clawed fingers. But yet, here she was, that best friend she loves like no other, sitting half-naked on top of her husband.








Chapter 3: Going crazy

Tamara’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing Eloise standing at the door. But in a heartbeat, she composed herself, casually rolling her eyes before gracefully sliding off Mason’s lap. Mason stood as well, quickly buttoning his shirt, though he avoided meeting Eloise’s gaze.

He cleared his throat and muttered, "What are you doing here?"

Eloise didn’t respond. Her chest heaved, but her eyes remained wide, frozen. The image before her—her best friend, her husband—clung to her brain like a nightmare she couldn’t shake.

"Tamara? What is she doing in your office? How could you do this!" Eloise shouted in disbelief. Her best friend and her husband? Could they be having an affair?

"Let me explain, El," Mason said quickly. "Tamara and I had just finished a business meeting, but she spilled coffee on her clothes, so she used my office to change..."

"Tamara’s been around a lot because she’s working with our company on a partnership project—you’ve seen her here often, El, that’s nothing new," Mason added quickly.

Eloise heard his explanation, but she couldn’t believe him. She pressed on, her voice shaking: “Alisha…she’s mine, right?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

A beat of silence passed. Mason’s brows furrowed. Tamara stiffened.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked cautiously.

“Just answer me,” Eloise demanded, her voice stronger now, tinged with disbelief and desperation.

Mason glanced at Tamara. Her expression hardened, but she gave him the slightest nod.

“She’s yours,” Mason said firmly. “Of course she is.”

“Then why does the DNA test say she isn’t?” Eloise snapped, throwing the test results at him.

“Dr. Glenda already told me everything! How much longer are you planning to lie to me?” Eloise shouted.

Tamara tensed. Mason let out a hollow laugh, rubbing his hands over his face. “That doctor,” he said sharply, “must’ve messed up the results. She’s always been weird. Are you really going to trust some stranger over me?”

Eloise stared at him, stunned. “But Alisha has the diagnosis—HFI. Neither of us have it. And Tamara has it!”

“That must be a coincidence. And that’s why I said we’ll do another test,” Mason said quickly. “A real one. Tomorrow. I promise. We’ll go to a proper lab, get new samples. Everything. Just the two of us.”

She opened her mouth to argue but stopped. A heavy realization settled in her chest—she had no leverage, no control. Years ago, when her grandfather entrusted her with the family company, she had placed it in Mason’s hands out of love and trust. Now, standing in his office, she realized it meant she no longer had the power to question him—not as a wife, not as a business partner. Everything was under his name. She was just a housewife in his world, and he knew it. For the first time, regret burned hotter than anger.

Eloise hesitated.

“So go home now,” he added gently. “Get some rest. I’ll come home and have dinner with you, alright, darling?”

Tamara finally spoke up, “I’m really sorry, sweetheart. It was all a misunderstanding—I truly was just using Mason’s office to change my clothes.”




With no strength left to argue, Eloise nodded slowly, numb. She turned and left the office, feeling like her soul had been peeled open.

*****

The night outside felt colder than usual. Eloise walked blindly through the city streets, her mind a storm of doubt and pain.

Mason was lying. She could feel it in her bones. But why? And why now?

Tears slid down her cheeks. Her thoughts spun in circles. Her grandfather was gone. Her daughter wasn’t hers. And Mason... Mason might have betrayed her in more ways than she could count.

She reached the edge of the block, crossing without looking.

Headlights flared. Tires screeched.

The car slammed into her, throwing her into the air.

The last thing she heard was the blaring horn before her world went black.

******

Eloise felt a sharp, searing pain—and then, a sudden lightness in her body.

Had she died? The thought flickered through her mind.

She expected nothingness, just silence as she sank deeper into the abyss, but when she opened her eyes again, she found she was standing.

But then she saw her body still lying on the road, with paramedics urgently working to save her.

Eloise was just standing, in the same place her body was. She frowned, confused. She died. But why was she still here?

She raised her head, intending to move somewhere else—when she saw it. Her body, lying motionless. Blood pooled around her.

The medics were trying, shouting orders, applying pressure, working frantically.

“Ha… So, I really am dead?” she muttered, numb and staring.

But then, the scene changed, and her soul was led to an office. Where is this place?

Soon, she realized that the place was Penafort Corporation—her company, which now belonged to her husband.

In a dimly lit office that belonged to the CEO, laughter and giggles echoed, the air in the room filled with the passionate energy of two lovers.

The half-naked, handsome CEO Mason lay on the office’s brown sofa, his chest exposed, his face beaming at the blonde woman sitting on top of him. Her skirt was bunched around her thighs, her hair falling over her red bra, her blue eyes sparkling with intense affection for Mason. She giggled at whatever it was he said and hit his chest playfully.

Mason stared affectionately into her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, warming her heart with his sweetness.

“You're so beautiful,” he couldn’t help but say.

Tamara blushed. “Really?” she asked, “More than your wife?”

Oh God! So they had been having an affair all along!

Eloise finally saw the truth. She screamed in rage, reaching out to strike them both—

But her hand passed right through their bodies.

It seemed like they couldn’t see her.

What... what was happening?



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