June's POV

My eyes were still on the book as I replied to him. “Nothing.”

“Are you throwing a tantrum because you saw April and I together at the hospital?” He asked, “Because I have told you several times that—”

I cut him off, before he could continue sprouting out lies. “I told you I'm fine. You and April are close friends or whatever. I'm not bothered by any of that. Now can you please give me some peace and quiet. This book is getting interesting.” I dismissed him.

Richard clenched his jaw in annoyance, and his eyes flashed with irritation as he stood up and entered the bathroom.

I stood up from the bed to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

As I walked into the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

Suddenly, Richard’s heavy footsteps sounded behind me.

“You’ve been acting strange all day, June,” Richard said with irritation. “If something’s wrong, just spit it out.”

I turned slowly to face him, keeping my expression calm. “I already told you—I’m fine. No need to worry about me. Why don’t you go check on April and her baby instead?”

His eyes darkened, as he clenched his jaw. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I shrugged, stepping away from the counter. “Nothing. Just that you seem more concerned about her than your own wife.”

Richard’s patience snapped. “You’re being ridiculous again, June! April is your older sister. You need to stop this childish jealousy—”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not jealous. You both deserve each other.” I drawled.

“Enough!” he growled, and his hand shot out and shoved me back with force.

My back slammed against the corner of the counter, and I gasped in horror as pain spread across my body.

I fell to the ground, my stomach slammed on the floor and I released a sharp cry.

“You know what? I have things to do at the company tonight. Don't wait up for me.” Richard muttered darkly.

He slammed the door behind him as he walked out.

Pain surged from my stomach as I lay on the cold floor, and a sense of dread washing over me. My hands instinctively clutched my belly, and panic took over when I felt something warm and wet flowing down my legs.

Blood.

“No… no, no,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. I struggled to sit up, as my vision blurred from the pain.

I reached for my phone from my pocket with shaking fingers and dialed Richard’s number. It rang once, twice, before he finally picked.

Relief flooded through me.

“R-Richard—”

“Don't call me until you're ready to stop acting like a child” he growled, and disconnected the call.

“No… no, no,” I whispered desperately. I tried again, but he had switched off his phone.

I released a cry as the agony intensified. I desperately called 911. I couldn't lose this child.

As unconsciousness overcame me, the last thought on my mind was: If I lose this child, Richard will pay double.

Then my world went dark.

~

When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed. A doctor stood by my side, her face etched with concern.

“Ms. Winslow,” she said softly, “you’re awake.”

I blinked, trying to remember what had happened. Then it hit me—the kitchen, the blood, the baby.

“My baby…” My voice cracked as panic rose in my chest.

The doctor's expression grew somber. She gently placed a hand on mine. “I’m so sorry, ma'am. You lost the baby.”

A scream tore from my throat as my heart shattered into pieces. This couldn't be happening. I had lost everything—my son, and my unborn child, all because of Richard.

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. Why couldn't I have anything good? Why was my life turning upside down?

I sobbed till I was drained and exhausted. I stared blankly at the ceiling above me, with no will to continue living.

I should have just died also, rather than to continue living in this nightmare.

The door opened, and someone walked in. I didn't have the energy to look.

“Hello, June.” A deep cool voice greeted me.

I reluctantly opened my eyes to see Killian Romano, April's husband, staring down at me with an unreadable look in his cold gray eyes.

I didn't have the strength to respond, so I didn't bother.

He approached my bed slowly, before he sat on the chair beside me.

“I heard what happened, I'm sorry.” He said softly.

Seeing Killian was reminding me too much of my sister, and what she did. I didn't want him here.

“April is not here,” I rasped, my throat dry from crying.

Killian's eyes darkened with anger.

“I'm not here for that cheating whore.” He growled, and I furrowed my eyebrows in surprise.

“You know?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yes.”

“For how long?” I asked.

“Last week. You?”

“This week.” I replied.

“That's why I'm here.” He said, his gray eyes piercing into me.

“What are you here for?” I asked curiously, momentarily forgetting about my pain.

“I have a proposition for you.” He replied, “How would you like to have revenge?”

My heart raced at his words.

June's POV

“Revenge?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest.

Killian lowered himself into the chair beside me with a dark dangerous look in his piercing gray eyes.

“Yes, revenge. Think about it, June. You’ve been betrayed by the two people who were supposed to love you the most. You need to make them pay.”

A dark form of excitement rose within me. This was exactly what I needed.

I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the ache in my body. “So you want revenge on April?” I said.

Killian smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I gave her everything, and she spat in my face, so yes, I want revenge on April. She might be your sister but—”

I cut him off. I didn't care if she was my sister. “Why did you reach out to me?” I asked curiously.

A cruel smile spread across his lips. “I didn’t want to have all the fun. You’ll play a very important role in my plan.”

I crossed my arms, “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Marry me,” Killian stated simply.

~

After I was discharged, I boarded a taxi to get home. I glanced at my phone with a bitter smile on my lips. There were no calls, no messages, nothing from Richard. I had been in the hospital for two days, and he hadn't noticed.

I stared out of the window lost in thought. Killian's proposal had been so crazy that I quickly turned it down.

I wanted revenge, but I wasn't about to enter another loveless marriage. I was done with that. He had given me his number in case I changed my mind. I wasn't going to.

I got home to see that April's car was in the driveway. It explained why Richard had totally forgotten that I existed.

I opened the door, and entered the house. Strange sounds reached my ears, and I paused.

I took slow steps following the strange sounds to the master bedroom, the same room that Richard and I had made love to so many times.

The door was slightly open, so it was easy to see what was going on in there.

My breath caught in my throat, and I froze.

Richard had April pinned against the bed, with his hands roaming her body, and his lips devouring her lips. Their clothes were scattered on the floor.

I knew that they had been sleeping together, but it felt so different now as I stared at them. There was no denying it. The betrayal pierced deeper into my heart, and tears welled up in my eyes. They didn’t even notice me standing there, watching.

“Oh baby, I have missed your body so much.” Richard moaned.

“Really? Don't tell me that my sister is not satisfying you?” April taunted, running her hands across his chest.

“She has never satisfied me, not the way you do.” Richard replied, breathlessly. “When I take over, I'll give you the world, my love.”

For a moment, I couldn’t move, my body was paralyzed by what I was seeing and hearing. But then, something inside me snapped.

I pulled out my phone, with shaking fingers, and I silently took several pictures.

Without a word, I turned around, grabbed Richard's car keys and left the house.

I entered his car, and stared at the pictures for a moment. I opened my messages, attached the photos, and sent them to Killian with a simple caption:

I accept your offer.

My phone vibrated almost immediately with his response, almost like he was waiting for me.

Killian: Good, I’ll be in touch soon. You and I will have so much fun together.

I leaned back in my seat, and a bitter laugh escaped my lips because it felt like I had just signed off my soul to the devil himself, but I wasn't worried, all I wanted was revenge.

I immediately drove to the law firm that Killian had told me about earlier.

The receptionist glanced up with a polite smile. “Good afternoon. How can we help you?”

“I'm looking for Jonathan Hayes. Tell him that Killian Romano sent me.” I said.

The receptionist's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded, typing on her keyboard. “Mr. Jonathan Hayes is currently free. I’ll take you to see him”

A few minutes later, I was taken to see Jonathan Hayes.

“Ms. Winslow,” he greeted, extending a hand. "It’s a pleasure. Please, take a seat. How can I help you?”

“I want a divorce from my husband, Richard Thorne.”

June's POV

I had just reached home, when Richard rushed out of the house with a frantic look in his eyes. He glanced at his car that I had parked in the driveway, and at me. He tried to hide his panic with a relieved smile, but his forced calmness couldn’t fool me.

“June!” he called out, jogging toward me. “Where have you been? I was so worried.”

Worried? I almost laughed out loud at his pathetic attempt to pretend like the concerned husband.

I forced a soft smile. “I went to pick up an anniversary gift for next week’s anniversary party.”

Richard blinked, and his face was blank for a moment. “Anniversary party?”

I tilted my head. “Yes. Our anniversary party. Did you forget?” My voice was calm, but my eyes were on his, daring him to admit it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “No, of course not. How could I forget something so important?” His fake chuckle annoyed me. “I’ve just been… busy with work. You know how it is.”

Liar.

I nodded slowly. “Well, I wanted to surprise you, so I won’t ruin the gift. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Richard smiled awkwardly. “I can’t wait. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble, though. You should’ve called me—I would have gone with you.”

“It's fine,” I said softly. “You have been so busy with work, so I didn't want to bother you.”

His eyes flickered with guilt, as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. His touch felt cold and meaningless. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too,” I lied, as I stepped past him and headed inside.

Richard released a sigh of relief. He was glad that I hadn't seen him with April when I came to pick up the car keys. If only he knew.

I climbed the stairs, and entered the master bedroom. The same room that Richard and April had defiled and I felt nauseous.

The door creaked open behind me, and I turned to see that it wasn’t Richard.

April leaned against the doorframe with a smug smile. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and there was a cruel smirk on her red lips.

“You saw us, didn’t you?” she taunted.

I kept my face blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

April chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Oh, come on, June. Don’t play dumb. I saw you standing there, watching us.”

I gave her a flat stare, refusing to react.

“You should’ve stayed longer,” she continued, and her smirk widened. “You might’ve learned a thing or two.”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Okay, whatever. Can you go now? I think Richard is waiting for you downstairs. I need to get some sleep.”

That wasn't the reaction she was expecting, and her smirk faltered for a second, but she quickly recovered.

“Let me go continue where we stopped. Feel free to come watch.” She taunted, walking out of the room.

I picked up my phone and sent a message to Killian.

Phase one is done. Get ready

Killian sent a love emoji in response.

~

Richard didn't leave my side over the next two days. He kept hovering around, and it was making it difficult for me to continue with my arrangements.

His instincts were probably telling him that I had seen him with April that day, even though I was acting like everything was fine.

Finally, I had had enough. I texted April.

(Looks like Richard is done with you now. He hasn't even left my side for so long. Keep deceiving yourself, April. Richard is mine.)

I was deliberately taunting April. Soon enough, Richard's phone kept ringing with calls and texts, but to my disappointment, he kept ignoring them.

Finally, when I was about losing hope, he excused himself to pick one of her calls.

A few minutes later, just as I expected, Richard walked in with a grave expression on his face.

“My love,” he said softly, “An emergency came up, and I have to leave for a business conference tonight. It will hold for three days.” he said with a guilty look in his eyes.

“Oh,” I said softly, trying to sound disappointed. “But our anniversary party is in four days.”

“I know my love, and I'm so sorry. But I promise you, I'll be there. I won't miss it for the world.” He swore, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

Inside me, I was ecstatic. I never expected that plan to give me a whole three days. It was perfect.

~

The next three days were a blur. I finalized everything, making sure I was done with everything. April made things easier for me. Whenever I started second-guessing myself, she would send me pictures of her and Richard, probably thinking she was hurting me. But every picture she sent only made me more determined.

I saved each one carefully. Soon, she would regret sending me these.

Then, finally, the day of the anniversary party arrived. The same day Richard was supposed to come back.

I stood in the living room, several thoughts racing through my head. I pulled out my phone and typed a message to Richard.

Happy Anniversary. I left your present on the table in the living room.

I placed the signed divorce papers on the table, right next to the photos that I had taken that day, and the pictures that April had sent me.

Then I blocked his number, and April's number.

I took a breath, and stepped out with my suitcase in my hand. Killian was already waiting for me with a smirk on his face.

“Ready?” he asked, holding out his hand.

I took it without hesitation.

A private jet was waiting for us, ready to take us to Italy. I gave Killian a curious look. How did he afford a private jet? However, I was too exhausted to begin questioning him.

Just as the jet was about to take off, I nodded at Killian, and his smirk widened as he sent an email to the news channels.

Let the fun begin.