She Left Pregnant, Came Back QueenChapter 1
Four years. That’s how long I’ve been married to Reagan De Santis. Four years of loving him, defending him, trusting him with the kind of blind loyalty that only a fool could afford. And I was that fool.
I shouldn’t be here.
Not in this underground war room, not holding this sonogram report like it’s some peace treaty between two nations secretly at war. I came here tonight hoping to give him a reason to smile. A reason to soften, to love me a little more. I thought maybe the ultrasound would bring us closer—maybe the news of our quadruplets would melt some of that cold detachment in his eyes.
But instead… I found this.
I’m hiding behind a metal shelf, my breath shallow, my fingers digging into the folded report so hard it’s starting to crumple.
Reagan stands just ten feet away, calm as a king in his kingdom. He’s dressed sharp, sleek, and completely focused on the screen in front of him—negotiating a weapons deal with two foreign buyers. That’s not the part that makes me want to vomit.
The weapons?
They're Titanis prototypes. The kind only a handful of people have access to. Classified tech. My father’s firm. My family’s blood.
And Reagan?
He’s selling them.
I can barely process what I’m seeing before I hear something that shatters me.
“She’s the golden key,” he says, chuckling.
My breath hitches.
“You really married the VP’s daughter just for Titanis access?” one of the men asks, amused.
Reagan smiles like it’s a joke. “Of course I fucking did. Danica’s sweet, but come on. She was always just a pawn in heels. She opened the door, and now I run the whole damn castle. Pew!”
My legs buckle slightly, and I grip the shelf for balance. My husband… my husband just said that. About me. Like I’m some disposable tool.
And then he twists the knife deeper.
“Dulcie’s the one who deserves a throne,” he says, voice lowering. “Not Danica.”
Dulcie. My best friend. My only friend, if I’m being honest.
They’re in this together?
No. No. That can’t be right.
He laughs again, cruel and effortless. “Danica’s too soft, too trusting. She still fucking believes love is real. Idiot. That’s what makes her useful.”
My hands are shaking so bad the sonogram slips from my grip and lands softly on the floor behind a crate. Thank God no one hears it. But I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.