Bye Loser! Love, Daddy's Heiress - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

I had everything perfect for Lothario's birthday—reservations at his favorite restaurant, a private rooftop dinner, the gift I knew he'd adore. Tonight was the night I'd finally tell him my secret. I was pregnant.
It wasn't planned, but the moment I saw those two pink lines, fear never crossed my mind. Just joy. Hope. A future I could already picture.
Lothario was always late, but this time, he promised. Yet as the clock ticked past eight, then nine, then ten, I sat alone in my apartment, phone in hand. No calls. No texts. Just silence. I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. He's probably stuck at work. Something came up.
To distract myself, I scrolled through my phone, barely registering the headlines—until one stopped me cold.
Alessia Ricci Returns to Italy—Supermodel Spotted at Milan Airport
My grip tightened. Alessia Ricci. Lothario's first love. The woman he once swore he couldn't live without. A cold weight settled in my stomach as I clicked the article. She'd been overseas for years, building her empire in fashion. Now, the media was buzzing—was she back for good?
It's just a coincidence. That's what I told myself, but my fingers moved on their own, typing her name into Instagram. Her profile popped up instantly—millions of followers, flawless photos.
Then I saw it.
Her latest post: a candlelit dinner at a five-star restaurant, wine glasses clinking, golden light glowing against the table. And across from her—Lothario.
The caption stole my breath.
"Some things never change. Good food. Good wine. Even better company. My man."
The comments exploded.
"OMG, are you two back together?!"
"Y'all were my OTP! This is EVERYTHING."
"Old flame rekindled?"
My hands shook as I swiped through her stories. Another clip—Lothario pulling out her chair, smiling at her the way he used to smile at me. One last photo: her hand resting on his, fingers brushing.
I felt sick. No. This can't be real. Not tonight. Not when I—
I called Lothario. No answer. Again. Straight to voicemail. Tears blurred my vision. I bit my lip hard, fighting for air. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe—
I stopped myself. Who was I kidding?
I knew exactly where they were. That restaurant—it was theirs long before I ever entered his life. Before I could think, I grabbed my coat and keys. I had to see him. Had to know the truth.
The roads were slick from the evening drizzle, streetlights casting a hazy glow. My hand drifted to my stomach. "We'll find out together, okay?"
Then—blinding headlights. A deafening horn. Impact. Metal screamed, glass shattered, my body jerked forward as the world spun into chaos.
A ten-wheeler. Brakes failed. Cars collided like dominoes—mine trapped in the middle. Pain exploded through me. Then—nothing.
When I woke, the first thing I noticed was the sterile hospital smell. The second was the steady beep-beep-beep of a monitor. My body felt leaden, my limbs weak. An IV tugged at my arm.
I blinked against the harsh lights, my vision clearing just enough to see the doctor standing over me. His expression was unreadable. Dread coiled in my gut.
"Ms. Rivera." His voice was gentle but hollow. "I'm sorry. We couldn't save the baby."
For a heartbeat, the words didn't register. Then—no. No. No. My hands flew to my stomach. Flat. Empty.
No. No. NO.
A sob tore through me, sharp and raw. My baby. Gone. Tears burned down my face, my entire body shaking with grief. Still, I waited. For Lothario.
Minutes passed. Hours. Nurses came and went, murmuring empty comforts.
Lothario never came.
Hands trembling, I reached for my phone and dialed his number. It rang. Once. Twice.
Then—a woman answered.
Not Lothario.
"Lothario's busy right now."
That voice. Smooth. Familiar. Alessia.
My stomach twisted. "Who… who is this?" I whispered, already knowing. Needing to hear it.
A soft laugh. "Alessia Ricci." A pause. Then the knife twisted deeper. "His fiancée."
Fiancée?
Then what was I to him?
The call ended before I could speak. My fingers went numb, phone slipping to the floor. I stared at the ceiling. This isn't happening. It can't be.
But deep down, I knew.
Lothario had betrayed me.