The Price of His Deceit

The dull ache in my belly was a constant reminder: our baby was gone.

I was still reeling from the loss when I caught the scent of another woman' s perfume on my fiancé, Liam, in my hospital room. It was "Amour Infini," Clara' s signature scent, clinging to his expensive suit. Clara, our biggest professional rival, the one he had just told me a ridiculous lie about fainting from overwork.

My world shattered. My hand hovered over the phone, my thumb on the wedding planner's contact. This wasn't minor infidelity; it was a deep, calculated betrayal.