The days after that night blurred into a haze of tension and silence.

Scott kept his word. He didn’t shout anymore, didn’t touch her roughly again, but his eyes carried the weight of betrayal every time they lingered on her. Still, he clung to her, and in a desperate attempt to erase the shadow of his boss, he took away her phone, cut her off from every link to Derek, and quietly drafted his resignation letter.

A week later, the ink was dry. He came home with a small, weary smile, holding her trembling hands.

“It’s done,” he said. “No more office, no more him. We’ll leave this city, Stiles. Just you and me.”

She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Yes, hubby… just us.”

But inside, a storm raged.

Boxes were packed. Their apartment, once filled with laughter, was now half-empty, echoing with silence. Scott had found them a new place, far away from the city’s gleaming towers and Derek’s shadow. A modest home in a quieter town. He drove the car himself, Stiles sitting beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her face pale.

Every bump on the road made her body ache, every glance at him twisted her gut. She bit her lip hard, holding back the truth pressing on her tongue.

She wasn’t just leaving with her husband.

She was leaving with Derek’s seed growing inside her.

That first night in their new home, Scott held her close in their bed. The anger had cooled, replaced with a desperate kind of love, fragile but fierce. He kissed her forehead, whispering, “No one will take you from me again.”

Stiles closed her eyes, a tear sliding down into her hair. Her hands instinctively brushed her flat stomach, the place where a secret was already blooming.

She didn’t know how to tell him. She didn’t know if she ever could.

Because deep down, no matter how much she begged for forgiveness, no matter how much she whispered that she loved her husband… she knew the truth.

The child inside her wasn’t his.

It was Derek’s.

And that truth, silent and hidden, was now hers to carry.

Her lips trembled against Scott’s chest, whispering softly so he wouldn’t hear, “I’m sorry…”

But her pussy clenched at the memory of Derek, at the thought of what he left inside her, and she knew the nightmare wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.