My Undercover Lover’s Secret Seed - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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I woke the next afternoon to sunlight streaming through the windows.
Gazing out at the quiet street below, I let the past ten years replay in my mind—every promise, every lie, every slow suffocation of who I used to be.
And then, with a clarity that surprised even me, I made my choice.
I would leave him.
Even if it meant walking away with nothing but the clothes on my back.
But before I could hand him the divorce papers, he sent the family doctor to pin me down—to rip away the one thing I hadn't realized I wanted until it was too late.
My pulse roared in my ears as they wheeled in the cold, sterile instruments.
Stumbling forward, I thrust the signed agreement at him, my voice breaking. "Please… just let me go. I don't want anything—no money, no property. You'll find someone else. Someone better."
My hand flew to my stomach, shielding it instinctively.
His face twisted the second he saw the papers. The man I'd spent a decade with—the one who never raised his voice, never lost control—morphed into something feral.
He shredded the agreement with a snarl.
"Get rid of it," he spat, jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind. "Do that, and we'll forget this ever happened."
"I—I can't—"
He seized my hair, wrenching my head back until our eyes locked.
"Why won't you obey me?!"
Tears blurred my vision. "Please—"
"Was being my perfect little pet not enough?" His grip tightened, voice spiraling into something unhinged. "Did you really think squeezing out some brat would make me love you? That you'd get a cent of my money?"
Pain lanced through my scalp. The doctors stood frozen, too terrified to move.
When he saw my hand still pressed to my stomach, he struck me.
The slap cracked like a gunshot.
I staggered, my cheek burning, the taste of copper flooding my mouth.
"Do your jobs!" he roared at the doctors.
I tried to run—but his next blow sent me crashing into the wall. White stars exploded behind my eyelids.
They dragged me onto the bed, strapping me down like an animal. A needle bit into my arm. The overhead lights seared my eyes.
As the drugs dragged me under, I turned my head—one last plea on my lips.
But all I saw was the man I'd loved staring down at me with less warmth than a winter storm.
"You want to keep it?" His smile made my blood run cold. "Fine. Since you insist on defiance… administer Compound-X."
A syringe glinted in the light.
What the hell was Compound-X? I tried to ask, but the darkness swallowed me whole.
The needle hovered—
Then—
BANG.
The door exploded inward.
"POLICE! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!"
Through the haze, figures in tactical gear swarmed the room, weapons drawn.
And just before the blackness took me, I saw him—the "helpless fool" I'd once saved.
Now clad in Kevlar, barking orders like a man born to lead.
"Emily…"
Epilogue
Turns out, the "hapless" stranger I'd rescued was an undercover agent planted beside me for months.
When I woke in the hospital, Detective Lucas Roland was waiting.
He laid it all out:
My husband had gotten a vasectomy five years into our marriage—right after securing his real heir, a son barely six years younger than me.
He'd cheated everywhere—our bed, my car, even the damn garage.
And the worst of it? The money laundering. The drug trafficking. The empire he'd built using my name as his shield.
That's why he'd never let me leave.
Now, he was in cuffs. Every asset, seized.
And thanks to those signed divorce papers—and the bruises still darkening my skin—I walked away free.
Ten years.
Had I ever loved him?
Or had I just loved the idea of being loved?
A woman who'd never known warmth mistook a matchstick for the sun.
But his light had never been meant for me.
A decade, gone in an instant.
Regret? Yes.
But stronger than that?
Relief.
As Lucas stood by my bed, badge gleaming, I touched my stomach. "So all those times you 'just happened' to know my favorite coffee order… was that part of the act?"
His smile was softer than I'd ever seen it. "No. That was all me."
Outside, golden light spilled through the window.
I lifted my hand, letting it dance across my fingers.
The world kept turning.
The sun still rose.
And for the first time in years—
So did I.
Gazing out at the quiet street below, I let the past ten years replay in my mind—every promise, every lie, every slow suffocation of who I used to be.
And then, with a clarity that surprised even me, I made my choice.
I would leave him.
Even if it meant walking away with nothing but the clothes on my back.
But before I could hand him the divorce papers, he sent the family doctor to pin me down—to rip away the one thing I hadn't realized I wanted until it was too late.
My pulse roared in my ears as they wheeled in the cold, sterile instruments.
Stumbling forward, I thrust the signed agreement at him, my voice breaking. "Please… just let me go. I don't want anything—no money, no property. You'll find someone else. Someone better."
My hand flew to my stomach, shielding it instinctively.
His face twisted the second he saw the papers. The man I'd spent a decade with—the one who never raised his voice, never lost control—morphed into something feral.
He shredded the agreement with a snarl.
"Get rid of it," he spat, jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind. "Do that, and we'll forget this ever happened."
"I—I can't—"
He seized my hair, wrenching my head back until our eyes locked.
"Why won't you obey me?!"
Tears blurred my vision. "Please—"
"Was being my perfect little pet not enough?" His grip tightened, voice spiraling into something unhinged. "Did you really think squeezing out some brat would make me love you? That you'd get a cent of my money?"
Pain lanced through my scalp. The doctors stood frozen, too terrified to move.
When he saw my hand still pressed to my stomach, he struck me.
The slap cracked like a gunshot.
I staggered, my cheek burning, the taste of copper flooding my mouth.
"Do your jobs!" he roared at the doctors.
I tried to run—but his next blow sent me crashing into the wall. White stars exploded behind my eyelids.
They dragged me onto the bed, strapping me down like an animal. A needle bit into my arm. The overhead lights seared my eyes.
As the drugs dragged me under, I turned my head—one last plea on my lips.
But all I saw was the man I'd loved staring down at me with less warmth than a winter storm.
"You want to keep it?" His smile made my blood run cold. "Fine. Since you insist on defiance… administer Compound-X."
A syringe glinted in the light.
What the hell was Compound-X? I tried to ask, but the darkness swallowed me whole.
The needle hovered—
Then—
BANG.
The door exploded inward.
"POLICE! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!"
Through the haze, figures in tactical gear swarmed the room, weapons drawn.
And just before the blackness took me, I saw him—the "helpless fool" I'd once saved.
Now clad in Kevlar, barking orders like a man born to lead.
"Emily…"
Epilogue
Turns out, the "hapless" stranger I'd rescued was an undercover agent planted beside me for months.
When I woke in the hospital, Detective Lucas Roland was waiting.
He laid it all out:
My husband had gotten a vasectomy five years into our marriage—right after securing his real heir, a son barely six years younger than me.
He'd cheated everywhere—our bed, my car, even the damn garage.
And the worst of it? The money laundering. The drug trafficking. The empire he'd built using my name as his shield.
That's why he'd never let me leave.
Now, he was in cuffs. Every asset, seized.
And thanks to those signed divorce papers—and the bruises still darkening my skin—I walked away free.
Ten years.
Had I ever loved him?
Or had I just loved the idea of being loved?
A woman who'd never known warmth mistook a matchstick for the sun.
But his light had never been meant for me.
A decade, gone in an instant.
Regret? Yes.
But stronger than that?
Relief.
As Lucas stood by my bed, badge gleaming, I touched my stomach. "So all those times you 'just happened' to know my favorite coffee order… was that part of the act?"
His smile was softer than I'd ever seen it. "No. That was all me."
Outside, golden light spilled through the window.
I lifted my hand, letting it dance across my fingers.
The world kept turning.
The sun still rose.
And for the first time in years—
So did I.
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