Not An Orphan, But A Real Heiress Novel – Rachael rushed home, barely able to contain her excitement. The bright lines on the pregnancy test still seemed surreal. After years of trying, endless doctor visits, and nights spent crying in Victor’s arms, it was finally happening. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him. Today was the start of their happily ever after.
She pulled into the driveway, her mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts of their future. Their baby. She clutched her purse tightly, the test still inside, and hurried into the house. But as soon as she stepped through the door, something felt wrong. The living room was in disarray—cushions tossed about, a wine glass half-empty on the coffee table, and clothes scattered like someone had rushed out of them.
Rachael’s heart skipped a beat as she spotted the unfamiliar lingerie draped over the couch. She touched the lacy fabric, her fingers trembling. Panic set in. She blinked rapidly, trying to force a logical explanation into her mind. Maybe Victor’s sister was here, or—no, that didn’t make sense.
Deep down, she knew. She dropped the lingerie, her breathing shallow and quick, and followed the trail of discarded clothes down the hall. The closer she got to the bedroom, the louder the muffled sounds became—moans and gasps, unmistakable and raw. Rachael’s vision blurred, her legs heavy like lead. She grabbed the doorframe, steadying herself.
Every instinct screamed at her to turn back, to not look, but she pushed the door open. There, tangled in sheets and each other, were Victor and Evelyn. The sight hit Rachael like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of her. Her husband and her sister. The betrayal was overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing down, pulling her under.