Married, Replaced and Pregnant with the Billionaire’s Twins
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Elena was the perfect wife-until she wasn't. Replaced by her husband's pregnant mistress in one devastating moment, she walks away shattered... into the arms of a stranger who doesn't ask questions. One night. No names. No regrets. Until two pink lines change everything. Now working under the most powerful man in the city, she keeps her secret hidden. But Nicholas Wolfe isn't just her boss-he's the man from that night. The father of her twins. And the one man who could destroy everything... or become the only one worth trusting.
Chapter 1
Oct 13, 2025
The kitchen smelled like bleach and burnt toast — a scent that had become as permanent in this house as the disappointment in Daniel’s mother's eyes.
I carried the breakfast tray into the dining room, balancing the plates carefully even though my palms were slick with sweat. Habit kept my steps steady. I'd learned a long time ago that dropping anything only gave them more to talk about.
Daniel’s mother didn’t wait for me to reach the table before she started.
"That blouse again?" she said, voice sharp enough to slice through the room. She set down her tea cup with a soft clink. "Honestly, Elena, you should consider investing in something flattering. That shade makes you look... sick."
I lowered the tray onto the table and placed her plate of precisely cut melon in front of her. No strawberries, no seeds, no imperfections. Not that it mattered. She would take two bites and then push it aside, but not before making sure I knew how little effort she thought I was worth.
"I’ll keep that in mind next time," I said softly, folding my hands behind my back, the fabric of my skirt bunching awkwardly.
Daniel’s father didn’t even bother glancing up from behind his newspaper. He flipped the page noisily, like my very existence was an interruption.
"And you should smile more," he muttered, not looking at me. "Might slow down the aging. God knows you’ll need all the help you can get if you’re planning to keep him interested."
Sabrina, Daniel’s sister, leaned back in her chair with a sigh that managed to sound both bored and malicious. She eyed me the way someone might watch a soap opera — half-amused, half-annoyed.
"Still no good news, huh?" she said, twirling her spoon lazily around her untouched cereal. "Four years and you still can’t give my brother a baby? Honestly, I thought even you could handle basic biology."
The words hung in the air, thick and ugly.
Daniel sat at the far end of the table, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t look up. He didn’t tell them to stop.
He hadn't in years.
"You know," Sabrina added, sweet as poison, "Carly from Daniel’s office? She just announced she’s pregnant. Two months in and glowing. Guess some people are just... naturally better at these things."
A slow, sharp smile curled her mouth as she took a sip from her orange juice, pinky finger delicately raised.
I stared down at my plate — half-burnt toast, slathered with butter, just the way Daniel’s father insisted a "real man" liked it. My appetite had packed its bags and left a long time ago, but I stayed seated, hands folded in my lap like a good guest at a party that was celebrating my failures.
Daniel’s phone buzzed on the table, screen lighting up bright in the heavy morning gloom.
He thumbed across it without looking away from whatever thread he was reading, like I wasn’t standing there being gutted in real time three feet from him.
"You’d think," Daniel’s mother said idly, buttering her toast with surgical precision, "after all the money wasted on specialists and hormones, we’d have something to show for it. A grandchild, at least. A little return on investment."
Sabrina laughed, sharp and mean. "Maybe we should've gotten a refund before the warranty expired."
My throat burned, but I smiled politely anyway. I had learned — the hard way — that crying only made it worse. Crying made them pity you. And pity was far worse than cruelty. At least cruelty kept you separate. Pity made you small.
I stood and gathered the plates, feeling the heat of their stares, the muttered judgments they didn’t even bother to disguise anymore.
As I reached for Daniel’s blazer draped over the back of his chair, I spotted it — a long, pale blond hair clinging stubbornly to the dark fabric.
It wasn’t mine.
It couldn’t have been.
My fingers hesitated, plucking it delicately free like it might burn me.
I held it out toward Daniel, heart hammering a useless rhythm against my ribs.
"What’s this?" I said, voice too even, too calm.
He glanced at the hair, then at me, eyes blank. He shrugged like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.
"Get ready for the ball tonight," he said, sliding his phone into his pocket without a flicker of emotion. "Wear something... less embarrassing this time."
His chair scraped back from the table, a screech loud enough to set my teeth on edge.
"Will you be home early?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
He didn’t even bother replying. Just grabbed his keys from the counter and walked out.
The door slammed, rattling the cheap frame.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Daniel’s mother sighed and set down her knife with a little clatter.
"Maybe pick something black," she said, lifting her teacup again. "At least it’s slimming."
"And forgiving," Sabrina chimed in, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against her phone. "Black hides everything. Even failure."
Their laughter chased me into the kitchen.
I dropped the dishes into the sink with a little too much force, soap and water splattering up the front of my blouse. I didn’t bother wiping it off.
The hot water scalded my hands as I scrubbed at plates that already looked clean.
I liked the sting.
It made me feel something.
Anything besides the hollowed-out thing Daniel’s family had spent four years carving out of me.
I worked in silence, the house yawning empty around me.
No one would notice I was gone.
No one ever did.
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