The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir Chapter 2 – The Public Humiliation

The whispers followed back to the ballroom.

I walked with my head high, my wedding dress trailing behind like a burial shroud. Two hundred pairs of eyes tracked my every step. Cara phones pointed at from every direction.

Whispers floated through the air. "Did you see"

Another voice joined. "Her own sister"

Soone sighed. "Poor thing"

A harsh whisper cut through. "Well, what did she expect"

The pity was worse than the judgnt.

My father grabbed my arm as I passed. "My office."

His grip was iron. "Now."

I tried to pull away. "Let go of ."

His grip tightened. "You’re making this worse."

The hysteria bubbled up my throat. "I’m making this worse?" I jerked against his hold. "Dad, he was with Vivian"

Charles’s eyes darted around the ballroom. "Lower your voice." His jaw clenched. "People are watching."

My voice cracked. "People are watching because my husband was screwing my sister during our wedding reception!"

Several guests gasped.

My mother appeared, her expression carved from ice. "Aria Monroe Blackwood, control yourself."

The na felt so wrong at this point. Blackwood. I didn’t want it anymore.

I looked between them. "Where’s Vivian?" My voice rose. "Aren’t you going to say anything to her?"

Eleanor’s perfectly made-up face showed nothing. "Vivian isn’t the one causing a scene."

The words hit as I stepped back from both of them. "Are you serious right now?" I laughed bitterly. "You’re blaming ?"

Charles’s voice dropped low. "You knew what this marriage was."

He glanced around nervously. "A business arrangent. You weren’t supposed to develop... expectations."

I laughed so bitterly. "Expectations?" I threw my hands up. "Like expecting my husband not to cheat on at our wedding?"

He hissed at . "Keep your voice down"

I looked at my mother. "Or what?" I crossed my arms. "You’ll disown ? You already did that the day you decided Vivian was the golden child and I was just the backup plan."

Eleanor’s eyes flashed. "Don’t be dramatic."

I pressed my hand against my stomach. "Dramatic." My voice shook. "That’s what you call this?"

Damien appeared across the ballroom. He’d fixed his hair, straightened his tie. He looked perfect. Untouchable. Like nothing had happened.

Vivian was at his side.

My sister caught my eye and smiled. It was the smile of a woman who’d won.

My voice shook. "I can’t believe this." I looked at my parents. "I can’t believe any of this."

Charles’s tone was final. "The contracts are signed."

He straightened his jacket. "The money has been transferred. Your marriage to Damien Blackwood secured the Monroe family business."

I looked at him. "So that’s it?" Tears burned my eyes. "You got what you wanted, so nothing else matters?"

My father’s expression hardened. "What did you think would happen?" He leaned closer. "That he’d fall in love with you? That this would be a fairy tale?"

The cruel truth of it settled in my chest.

My mother’s voice softened, but it wasn’t kind—it was condescending. "Aria, darling." She sighed. "Vivian would have been the better choice for this arrangent. We told you from the beginning."

Her eyes were cold. "You’re simply not equipped to handle a man like Damien Blackwood."

The world narrowed to a pinpoint.

Not equipped.

Not enough.

Not worthy.

The sa words I’d heard my entire life, dressed up in different sentences.

I stepped back from them both. "You’re right." My voice was hollow. "I’m not equipped for this."

Charles nodded. "Finally, you’re being reasonable"

I cut him off. "I’m leaving, In fact I’m done."

Charles’s expression darkened. "You can’t leave." He grabbed my wrist. "The contracts"

I yanked free. "That’s your problem, not mine." I gathered my dress. "You wanted to save the family business? You got your money. I’m out."

Eleanor reached for . "Aria, don’t be foolish"

But I was already walking. Past shocked guests. Past the elaborate wedding cake we’d never cut. Past the dance floor where we’d never shared our first dance.

Damien appeared in front of , blocking my path. "Where are you going?"

I tried to move around him. "Away from you."

He caught my wrist. "We need to discuss this rationally."

I yanked my arm free. "Rationally?" My voice rose. "You want to be rational?"

His ice-blue eyes were hard as he stepped closer. "The marriage stands.The contracts clearly bind us."

I t his gaze. "Then sue ." I pushed past him. "I don’t care anymore."

He grabbed my shoulder. "You’re being emotional"

The words exploded out of . "You were inside my sister. During our wedding!" Tears stread down my face. "I’m allowed to be emotional!"

Damien’s jaw tightened. "You’re making a scene."

I smiled, and it felt like I was running mad. "Good." I looked around at the staring guests. "Let them all see what kind of man you really are."

Vivian appeared beside him. She slipped her arm through his. "Aria, stop embarrassing yourself."

Sothing in shattered completely. Vivian’s voice was poison-sweet. "Did you really think those nights during your engagent ant sothing?" She smiled. "He was with the whole ti."

The floor dropped out from under .

The word barely made it past my lips. "What?"

Vivian’s smile widened. "The penthouse visits."

She leaned against Damien. "The late-night calls. He’d leave you in bed and co straight to ."

I looked at Damien. Waiting for him to deny it.

He said nothing.

Vivian laughed. "Oh, this is too perfect." She shook her head. "You actually believed he wanted you. That’s so sad."

My hand trembled over my stomach.

Damien’s voice was cold. "I think you should leave. Before you say sothing you’ll regret."

The hysteria in peaked. "Before I". I stared at him anger bubbling in my chest. "You’re throwing out? Of my own wedding?"

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "This was never your wedding."

His eyes were empty. "It was a transaction. One you clearly don’t have the sophistication to understand."

The words cut deeper than any knife.

My voice ca out deadly calm. "You’re right." I lifted my chin. "I don’t understand how soone can be so cruel."

I turned to walk away.

My father’s voice stopped one last ti. "Aria."

He waited until I looked at him. "If you leave now, don’t bother coming back."

His expression was stone. "The Monroe family has no place for daughters who embarrass us."

I looked at him. My mother. At Vivian clinging to my husband.

I lifted my chin. "Good. Because I have no place for the family who destroyed ."

I walked toward the grand entrance, my wedding dress rustling with each step. The crowd parted like I was diseased.

Mrs. Whitmore, my mother’s oldest friend, reached out as I passed. "Dear, perhaps if you just"

I kept walking. "There’s nothing to fix, Mrs. Whitmore."

Behind , I heard Eleanor’s forced laugh. "She’s always been so dramatic." Her voice carried across the silent ballroom. "Too sensitive for her own good."

I stopped at the doorway. Turned back one final ti.

Two hundred guests stared at with varying degrees of pity, disgust, and fascination. This will be tomorrow’s headline. Tonight’s trending topic. The Monroe daughter who couldn’t keep her husband interested for even one day.

"Take a good look," I said, my voice ringing clear. "Rember this mont."

Damien’s expression remained carved from ice. "Are you quite finished?"

I smiled, and I felt sothing crack inside my chest. "Not even close."

I looked at my sister. "Enjoy your prize, Vivian. You worked so hard for it."

Vivian’s smile faltered slightly.

I turned to my parents. "And thank you."

My voice was eerily calm. "For teaching exactly who not to beco."

Eleanor’s mask slipped for just a mont. Sothing almost like regret flickered across her face. But then it was gone. "You’ll regret this," she said quietly. "When you’re alone with nothing, you’ll wish you’d been smarter."

I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the flutter of nausea that had been my constant companion for days. The secret I carried suddenly felt like armor.

"I’ll never be alone," I whispered, too quietly for anyone but her to hear.

Her eyes narrowed, but I was already turning away.

Two weeks had passed since the wedding.

I stood outside the Blackwood Tower, staring up at the glass and steel monstrosity that pierced the sky. Fifty-seven floors of corporate power. Damien’s kingdom.

My hand rested on my stomach. Still flat, but not for long.

Three positive pregnancy tests. A doctor’s confirmation. Morning sickness that struck at all hours. The evidence was undeniable.

For two weeks, I’d debated what to do. Part of wanted to disappear, to never tell him. But another part the foolish part that still rembered how he’d held that night—thought maybe this would matter to him.

Maybe a baby would crack the ice.

I was an idiot.

The lobby was all marble and intimidating. The receptionist looked up and down, taking in my simple dress and worn flats.

Her smile was fake. "Can I help you?"

I straightened my spine. "I’m here to see Damien Blackwood."

She didn’t even check her computer. "Do you have an appointnt?"

My voice was quiet. "I’m his wife."

Her expression flickered—recognition, then sothing like pity. Of course she’d seen the photos. Everyone had.

She picked up the phone. "Mr. Blackwood, there’s a..." She paused, looking at . "There’s Aria Monroe here to see you."

Not Aria Blackwood. I noticed.

A long silence. Then her expression shifted. She hung up. "Fifty-seventh floor." She gestured toward the elevators. "His assistant will et you there."