Chapter 2 :Truth unveiled
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**Andrew’s gaze swept the grand hall, surveying the guests, scanning everywhere, checking to see if anyone had followed him.**
Then, in one quick motion, his hand shot forward, gripping my wrist so tightly without affection, not gentle and without longing, but with urgency**.
I barely had time to react.
My breath came in short, uneven gasps.
** He dragged me into a quiet corner behind the towering pillars, where the light barely touched us away from people, his finger still gripping my wrist.**
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Andrew stood before me, his jaw tightened, breathing heavily and furious, yet surprisingly composed.
“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was sharp, low and filled with anger.
The words struck like ice. Cold and Brutal. Completely different from what I had expected.
**I froze for a moment**I was shocked by his question.
I had imagined shock, regret, guilt from him ,anything except **This**.
Not **this cold, harsh, calculated, guarded version of Andrew standing before me **
My voice **trembled for a second** before I finally spoke.
“—so it is true?”
I thought this whole marriage thing with another woman was all a joke. “You proposed to me a month ago”, I reminded him.
So why lead me on with no intention of following through?
I asked, my eyes welling up with tears and my voice trembling with emotion.
After all I have done for you? Why do this to me, to us? I shouted.
Andrew exhaled sharply. **His jaw tightened like he was swallowing something venomous ,his eyes piercing through me**
"Enough with the emotional blackmail," he said, cutting me off, his voice filled with irritation.
"You know exactly why I did this."
“No. I don’t.” my words **broke**, laced with confusion and disbelief**.
Andrew's lips curled into a bitter smirk—his eyes empty of any emotion, he was not even amused, not even angry—just empty.**
“I was sent videos of you.”
His words barely registered in my head; I could not understand what he was saying.
“What?”
“On i********:. "A burner account sent me videos of you cheating on me while we were still dating.
What was he talking about? I stood there confused.
**Andrew reached into his pocket with cold precision, pulling out his phone, unlocking it and turning it towards me**.
You thought I wouldn't find out? Huh?
His eyes never left me.
The surrounding air **thickened**, suffocating us with unspoken truths and concealed betrayals.
As soon as I saw the picture, my breath became sharp, violent, and uncontrollable**.
The image struck like a gun-shot ripping through me.
My whole body stiffened.
**It was me.**
Slumped against a couch, **my eyes barely opened, my head tilted back, completely unconscious.**
Beside me—**a man**. **a man I didn't know. Smiling lazily at the camera. His arm wrapped around me while gripping my thigh.**
The next photo **was worse.**
The strap of my **dress** barely hung off my shoulder as it crumpled on the floor. The man at my side had changed, and now his hand was on my exposed waist.
And then—**the last one.**
My naked body, **fully exposed**, tangled in sheets that weren’t mine.
**I staggered backwards, my body fighting against itself. Was it my fault? Had I been foolish? A willing participant in my own downfall… My knees felt weak, and my vision became blurry.**
**I knew this night.***
That night was when a distant friend invited me to a party. The loud music, the endless drinks, the feeling of my own consciousness slipping away… This was years ago before I met Andrew.
I had woken up the following day, naked, drowning in confusion, and **not remembering what had happened.
I never told anyone about it.
I buried it.
I did not ask questions because I felt ashamed and guilty about drinking myself into a stupor.
But now—**someone had dragged it into the light and twisted it into something monstrous.
I shook my head violently, gripping Andrew's arm.
“No. Andrew—this is not what it looks like. I don’t— I don’t even know that man! I—I don’t remember—”
Someone set me up.
Andrew let out a **humorless laugh**.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?”
I felt defeated, an intense sadness overwhelmed me.
“I was drugged!** Someone did this to me. I swear—I swear on everything, I never—”
“I don't care,” he said, cutting me off again.
There was no hesitation in his words; Andrew was not listening to me, nor was he seeking the truth.
My throat closed, my words strangled into a silent scream.
Andrew stepped forward,**so close to me, our breaths almost touched**.
“You want to know why I proposed?”
I *froze** and felt sick to my stomach.
His smirk deepened—**mocking, and nasty.**
“I wanted you to feel it. **Exactly how I felt that night.**”
His words felt painful, slow and cutting through me like a blade.
I choked back a sob, my stomach twisting violently**.
“I played it cool, Amara,” Andrew continued, his voice low and venomous. "I smiled at you through it." I held your hand. I whispered sweet things to you, told you what you wanted to hear, just so I could take it all back and watch you break.
My body shook. My hands trembled.
"Just so you would know—**exactly** what humiliation and disappointment felt like."
I thought I knew you, but I had no idea you were such a pathetic w***e.
My head **spun**, my limbs trembling beneath the weight of his words.
My mouth opened, ready to fight, **ready to plead one last time**, but a sharp voice interrupted us from behind.
“Andrew?”
A voice called.
His **wife to be.**
She was tall, poised, and beautiful in her white wedding dress, holding flowers."
The moment she spotted us tucked behind the pillars, her posture stiffened—she looked at us with a stern expression ,her eyes narrowing at the scene before her; her eyes moving back and forth between us.
“What exactly are you doing in a corner with this woman?” her voice was laced with curiosity.
Her eyes studied me for a second, slowly and precisely, almost as if she were measuring me.
Andrew's posture changed immediately, his expression became neutral, and his shoulders relaxed.
Andrew didn’t miss a beat.
“She’s an ex,” he said smoothly. A casual dismissal.
His voice was easy, as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience.
"An ex who is still obsessed with me."
I felt my lungs collapse in on themselves**.
The words hit harder than any blow could.
My fingers curled against my palm, nails digging into my skin as I fought to hold back the sob that threatened to escape.
The fiancée sighed, studied me for a**quick second. She looked really annoyed and unimpressed.
Did you invite her? The fiancée's voice sounded icy.
Apparently, she invited herself. Andrew replied quickly, his tone sounding nonchalant.
I wanted to respond, but before I could, she turned her back on Andrew and on me.
“Security.” She shouted.
Two guards moved quickly before she could finish her order, as if they had been waiting for her to utter a word.
“Get this woman out of here.”
“Wait—**please!**” I turned to Andrew and **pleaded**, clinging to any glimmer of hope as I reached for his hand,any trace of the man I once loved.
I have something important to tell you.
The guard's grip tightened around my arm, as they dragged me towards the grand door. …
But I wasn't done…
I spoke the words that I had kept hidden, words that should have mattered.
As I blurted out so loudly.
“Andrew…I am pregnant”.
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