Love, Lies and Redemption
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Romance
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Vincent Austin's perfect life crumbles after a drunken mistake leaves his fiancee, Abigail Jones, betrayed and heartbroken. When another woman one day confronts him claiming to be carrying his child, Vincent is forced into a marriage of obligation, sacrificing the love of his life. Abigail finds solace in the arms of Nate, a kind and supportive doctor offering her the happiness she deserves. But Vincent, consumed by guilt and longing, refuses to let go, determined to win her back. As lies are exposed and shocking truths come to light, Abigail must navigate a whirlwind of emotions and choices. Will she trust the man who shattered her heart or embrace a future with someone new?
Chapter 1
Jun 5, 2025
"I'm pregnant."
Two words. Just two words, and my carefully constructed world begins to crumble.
"That's impossible," I manage to say, but even as the words leave my mouth, I know they’re not true. The room feels like it’s shrinking, the air thinning.
Hannah’s voice doesn’t waver. "I’m six weeks along," she continues, steady and unrelenting. "And you’re the only one it could be."
My grip on the pen tightens until it snaps, ink seeping onto the legal brief in front of me. The words blur as my mind races.
"But you work at the club… how can I be sure?" My voice is sharp, defensive, though a part of me already knows the answer.
"You’re the only one who demanded we don’t use protection," she replies bluntly.
The silence that follows is deafening.
* Two Months Earlier *
The club was buzzing that night, the bass from the speakers thrumming in my chest like a second heartbeat. My friends, Derek at the helm, had gone all out for my bachelor party. Drinks flowed freely, the neon lights casting surreal colors across the room.
I had laughed with them at first, shaking my head at their antics. Abigail would have rolled her eyes at their over—the—top celebration, but she would have been amused. She trusted me completely, and I prided myself on being a man worthy of that trust.
Until Hannah.
She came out of nowhere, sliding into my line of sight like a phantom conjured by the haze of tequila and bad decisions. Her green eyes locked on mine, her smile promising a world of trouble I wasn’t ready to face.
"Vincent," Derek called, clapping me on the back. "She’s here for you, man. Enjoy!"
Before I could object, my friends were cheering, urging me forward. I stumbled toward her, my body moving before my mind could catch up.
Her perfume was overwhelming, a heady mix of sweetness and temptation. She danced for me, her movements hypnotic, and I didn’t stop her. When she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, I didn’t pull away.
"Let’s go somewhere private," she whispered.
I should have said no. I should have walked away. But the tequila, the pressure, the moment — they all blurred together, and I followed her.
The details of what happened next are a shameful fog of heat and sweaty bodies, and regret. Her body, her touch, the whispers that followed — everything burned into my mind in fragmented flashes I couldn’t erase.
I stare at my reflection some time after in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the man looking back at me. Music pounds through the walls of the strip club, each bass beat matching the throb in my temples.
Seven years of love and trust, destroyed in one reckless night.
"You okay in there, man?" Derek's voice cuts through my drunken haze. My best man, probably worried I've passed out. "Bachelor party's not over yet!"
I splash cold water on my face, trying to wash away the lipstick marks on my collar. The evidence of my betrayal.
The bachelor party had started off like any other. My friends were determined to make it “legendary.”
"I'm fine," I called back, but I'm anything but fine.
How do I face Abigail after this? Sweet, trusting, beloved Abigail, who's spent the last seven years building a life with me, planning our future together.
The world spins as I stumble out of the bathroom. The club's lights paint everything in surreal shades of red and blue, turning familiar faces into masks. Derek claps me on the shoulder, shoving another drink into my hand.
"To the end of freedom!" someone shouts, and glasses clink around me.
I take the shot in one gulp, hoping it will erase what happened with Hannah. But some mistakes can't be undone.
* Present *
"Meet me," Hannah says. "Please. We need to figure this out."
I close my eyes, seeing Abigail's face. The way she looks at me every morning like I'm her entire world. The future we've mapped out together — the three kids we want, the Sunday brunches, growing old on our front porch watching grandchildren play.
"When?" The word tastes like ash in my mouth.
"Tonight. Seven o'clock. The coffee shop on 4th and Pine."
I hang up without responding, then immediately rush to the bathroom to throw up. When I emerge, my secretary gives me a concerned look.
"Mr. Austin? Your fiancée is on line one. Something about the flower arrangements..."
I stare at the blinking light on my phone, Abigail waiting patiently on the other end. My Abigail, who deserves so much better than what I'm about to do to her.
"Tell her I'll call back," I manage, grabbing my coat. "I need some air."
The city streets offer no escape from my thoughts. Every couple I pass reminds me of us — the easy way Abigail fits against my side when we walk, her hand always finding mine without looking.
Almost eight years of building trust, of becoming each other's home.
It was a mistake — a colossal, unforgivable mistake. One I told myself I’d take to the grave.
But some mistakes can't be undone.
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