“I need you to fake a private jet crash for me. A way out. A clean break from Julian Blackwood.” My best friend, Chloe, looked like her jaw was about to unhinge. She probably thought she was hallucinating. It was the same shock I’d felt when they announced Julian and I were getting married. A poor girl from a forgotten town, an heir from one of the city’s most powerful families—they were worlds apart. Nobody ever imagined they’d end up together. People gossiped, of course. Some whispered Julian was just looking for a new thrill. Others speculated I was nothing more than a stand-in for some ‘unattainable first love’ he couldn’t have. There were even rumors he’d married me on a dare. But after three years of marriage, Julian Blackwood proved them all wrong. He showed that there was no other reason for our wedding, except for his insane love for me. And he loved me to the point of madness. Julian fell for me at first sight and launched a relentless pursuit. Beyond showering me with gifts, he donated hundreds of millions to major charities in my name, and built elementary schools across the globe, all uniformly named ‘Anya’s School.’ He wanted everyone in the world to know me, to appreciate me, so if I ever faced trouble, countless hands would reach out to help. To spend more time with me, he joined me in my odd jobs: catering, handing out flyers, sorting packages… This pampered heir, who’d never even washed his own clothes, gritted his teeth and worked by my side for two whole years. The slender hands that once played the violin were now calloused and rough. That unwavering sincerity finally won me over. But the gap between our families was immense, and his parents absolutely forbade our relationship. To get their approval, he endured countless family punishments, physical ones that left him bruised and battered, even whip marks on his back. When he realized that wasn’t working, he simply gave up all his inheritance, striking out on his own to build an empire from scratch. No one was going to dictate his choices in love. His friends in the elite circles thought he’d completely lost his mind. This brilliant, sharp man, throwing away a fortune he couldn’t spend in ten lifetimes, all for one woman. His family had no choice but to finally agree to our marriage. After we married, he replaced all his staff with men. Even though I never asked him to, he meticulously reported his every move, installed a GPS tracker, even, just so I could check up on him. Online, people raved about our ‘fairy tale love,’ calling it the ultimate win for true romantics. Our ‘couple’s popularity’ skyrocketed, eclipsing even major celebrities. But no one, except for me, knew that this perfect husband had secretly fathered twins with another woman and built a second family behind my back. When I found out, the pain ripped through me so violently I felt like I was choking on my own heart, and then everything went black. Hearing the news, Julian canceled a multi-million-dollar deal and rushed back home, staying by my side for two days and nights without rest. When I woke up, he was there, watching over me with a worried expression, warming the IV fluid in his hand before it reached me. “You’re awake? You scared the hell out of me.” Julian pressed my hand to his face, looking on the verge of tears. He’d faced down armed men in business deals without batting an eye, but the news of my illness made his legs turn to jelly. Looking at his eyes, brimming with worry and anxiety, my heart felt like it was being torn to shreds. The love in his eyes was undeniable; he truly loved me. But did this man, who loved me so genuinely, look at Seraphina the same way? Whisper those same sweet nothings to her? Seraphina was the woman he cheated with, his childhood friend. When news of Julian pursuing me got out, Seraphina led a group to bully me at school. She’d then harassed me at my part-time jobs, ruining several of them, and even hired thugs to humiliate me. Julian caught them red-handed when he came to confess his feelings. He utterly disregarded their long-standing family ties, bankrupting Seraphina’s family without a second thought. If his mother hadn’t intervened, he would have ruined her life completely, maybe even worse. So, if I hadn’t seen those disgusting videos and the DNA test results with my own eyes, I would never have believed Julian cheated, let alone that the children were already a year old. I closed my eyes and turned away, tears streaming down my face, soaking a large patch of the pillow. Julian didn’t notice my tears, thinking I was just tired. “Anya, the doctor just checked you and found out you’re two months pregnant! We’re going to have our own baby!” The usually cold and dignified man was now as giddy as a child. “Our anniversary is in five days, and now you’re pregnant! It’s like double the celebration!” My eyes shot open. When I was a child, my father had thrown me into an icy river, causing injuries that many doctors said would make it impossible for me to ever conceive. Because of this, Julian’s parents, already not thrilled with me, had given me the cold shoulder more than once. I had tolerated it because they were Julian’s parents, but Julian refused to see me suffer for his sake. He’d declared, “Anya is the woman I love. Her choosing to be with me is a blessing I earned in a past life. If you dare give her any grief over this baby issue, then we’ll cut ties completely, and you’ll never see me again.” I gently touched my belly, unable to hold back the sobs that wracked my body. This baby… why now? Why couldn’t you have come at a different time? Julian pulled me into his arms, murmuring softly. “Why are you crying all of a sudden? Who upset you? Your husband will make them pay.” But at that moment, I smelled a faint, unfamiliar perfume on him, mixed with the distinct smell of baby formula. I shoved Julian away and leaned over the bed, vomiting. Julian thought it was morning sickness and instinctively cupped his hands beneath my chin, unafraid of me throwing up on him. He looked at me with worry. Of course, he was happy I was pregnant, but he’d been with Seraphina throughout her pregnancy and childbirth. He knew how much women suffered through pregnancy, labor, and postpartum recovery. I stared at Julian, stunned. I knew how much he hated anything dirty, yet he was willing to do this for me. He even hand-washed all my clothes and shoes, always. He’d given me three years of his wholehearted love, and I had done the same. I truly couldn’t imagine life without him. For a moment, I almost threw all my principles out the window. If Julian would just cut ties with Seraphina, maybe we could go back to how things were. But the next moment, he received a text, said there was an urgent company matter, and hurried off. Half an hour later, Seraphina sent me a photo. In it, Julian was holding the twins, leaning down to kiss their foreheads. That single photo shattered all my illusions. After leaving the hospital, I went to Chloe, asking her to fake a private jet crash for me. Because I knew Julian. He would never agree to a divorce, never let me go. He would simply lose his mind. After returning from Chloe’s, I immediately booked an abortion appointment in another state. The Blackwood family had eyes and ears everywhere, extremely powerful. If I stayed in this city, Julian would know before I even made it to the operating table.
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