I clutched the doorframe, my breath hitching as I watched his reaction. He stiffened, staring at the message as if it were a death sentence.
I hacked into his accounts days ago, looking for any sign of further betrayal. And now, I have my answers.
He made his mistress pregnant.
The truth settled like a blade to my chest. I should have been angry, should have stormed in and confronted him. But instead, I felt… nothing.
I already knew the kind of man Benedict was. This only confirmed it.
Silently, I closed my door and leaned against it, pressing a hand to my chest as I forced myself to breathe.
This wasn’t heartbreak. This was freedom.
By morning, I would no longer question if leaving was the right choice.
Now, I had all the proof I needed.
Benedict’s jaw tightened, his grip on the phone turning his knuckles white. He and Quinn had barely touched each other since the night I caught him.
His voice was like ice when he called her. "Where are you?"
Silence. Then, a soft, hesitant voice. "Benedict… did you get my message?"
"Of course, I did. Answer my question. Where are you?
The woman on the other end hesitated before letting out a bitter laugh. "Aren’t you happy? We’re having a baby."
Benedict let out a harsh, humorless chuckle. "Are you sure it’s mine?"
"You’re the only one I’ve been with! You know that."
His fingers drummed against his desk impatiently. "Then get rid of it."
My breath caught in my throat. I knew Benedict was ruthless, but hearing the words so casually spilled from his lips made my stomach twist in disgust. This was the man I had once thought I loved.
The woman on the other end let out a strangled gasp, her voice trembling with fury. "No! This is your child! I won’t—"
Benedict’s expression remained unreadable as he cut her off. "You have two choices. Either you take care of it yourself, or I handle it for you."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Then, a quiet, broken whisper. "I won’t let you take this child away from me. I’ll raise them alone. And they will never know who their father is."
Benedict hung up without another word. He tossed the phone onto the desk, exhaling sharply as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
I stepped back from the doorway before he could sense me. My hands were shaking. I didn’t know what terrified me more—the fact that he had cheated, or the fact that he was willing to dispose of the consequences so easily.
I had to get out.