The Stand-In Wife's Fatal Secret
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When I was diagnosed with early-onset heart failure, I needed my husband, Julian. Instead, his phone was off as he welcomed his 'dead' first love, Vivienne, back to the city. Returning home, I discovered his hidden vault of sketches. Every dress he bought me, every hairstyle he demanded, was designed to mold me into her. But Julian doesn't know two things: I'm secretly pregnant with a child who is mine alone, and I'm taking back the billion-dollar empire I built for him before I leave.
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Chapter 1
"I'm sorry, Nora. The echo confirms it. You have early-onset heart failure, and it is progressing rapidly."The words hung in the sterile, overly air-conditioned office of Dr. Aris. Nora Sterling sat perfectly still, her spine straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She didn't cry. She didn’t gasp. She just stared at the anatomical heart model on the doctor's mahogany desk. "How much time do I have?" Nora asked, her voice as steady and stoic as if she were inquiring about a production timeline for Croft Luxury House.Dr. Aris sighed, taking off his glasses. "Without a transplant, and given the aggressive nature of this specific cardiomyopathy… maybe a year. Perhaps less if your stress levels remain as high as your cortisol tests suggest. Nora, you need to tell your husband. Julian has the resources to get you on the best transplant lists globally.""Julian is in Geneva on a business trip," Nora said quietly, her mind already compartmentalizing the catastrophe. "He's unreachable.""He needs to become reachable," the doctor insisted, leaning forward. "This isn't a minor diagnosis. Your heart is failing to pump enough blood. You could experience a severe cardiac episode at any moment if you aren't careful. I’m prescribing a heavy regimen of beta-blockers and diuretics, but you need immediate lifestyle changes. No more seventy-hour work weeks ghost-designing jewelry. No more stress.""I understand," Nora replied, standing up. "Thank you, Doctor. I'll pick up the medication downstairs.""Nora," Dr. Aris warned softly. "Do not face this alone."Ten minutes later, Nora was sitting in the driver’s seat of her Mercedes, the engine off, staring blindly at the steering wheel. A year. She was twenty-six years old, and she had a year left to live. Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone. She needed Julian. For all his controlling tendencies, for all his demanding perfectionism, he was her husband. He was the CEO of the empire she had quietly built from the shadows, the man who kissed her forehead every morning and told her she was his saving grace. She dialed his private number. It rang straight to voicemail. "Julian, it’s me," Nora said, forcing the tremor out of her voice. "I need you to call me the second you get this. I’m at the clinic. It’s… it's bad news."She hung up and stared at the screen. A sudden, desperate need to know where he was overcame her. Julian insisted they share their GPS locations at all times—a 'safety measure' he implemented early in their marriage. She opened the tracking app. A blue dot blinked on the map. He wasn't in Geneva. He was at a private helipad just twenty miles outside the city limits. Frowning, Nora tapped the screen. *Why would he lie about being in Switzerland?*Her phone buzzed in her hand, startling her. It was Chloe Mercer, her best friend and the volcanic PR executive who handled Croft House's external affairs.
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