Amber can't believe Piarry is pregnant by Anthony... What happens next will shock you!

 The air in the sunroom felt heavy, stiflingly warm despite the late afternoon breeze. Amber sat perfectly still, her knuckles white as she gripped her crystal wine glass. Across from her, Piarry sat with her hands resting gently—almost protectively—over her stomach.

"I’m three months along," Piarry said, her voice soft, devoid of the jagged edge Amber expected.

The silence that followed was absolute. Amber’s mind raced, trying to bridge the impossible chasm between reality and what she had just heard. Anthony. Her husband. The man she had spent the last decade building a life with, a man who swore he never wanted children.

"Anthony?" Amber finally managed to choke out. The name felt like a curse in her mouth.

"He knows," Piarry replied, looking away toward the garden. "He’s known since the beginning."

Amber didn't scream. She didn't throw her glass. Instead, she felt a cold, clinical numbness take hold. She had suspected Anthony was hiding something—late nights at the office, the secret burner phone, the distant gaze—but she had painted a picture of a mundane affair. She had never imagined a permanent, biological anchor tying him to Piarry, her own younger sister.

The betrayal wasn't just the infidelity; it was the deliberate, architectural destruction of her life.

"Get out," Amber whispered.

Piarry stood up, her expression shifting from nervous to something sharper, colder. "You don't understand, Amber. It’s not just a baby. Anthony and I... we didn't just stumble into this. We’ve been planning this since the trial."

Amber frowned, a shiver tracing her spine. "What trial?"

"The one that sent our father to prison," Piarry said, stepping closer. "The one where you were the star witness, protecting the family name while letting him rot. Anthony didn't marry you because he loved you. He married you to keep you quiet while he dismantled the inheritance you thought was yours."

Amber felt the room spin. The "inheritance" was the foundation of everything she was. "You’re lying."

"Check the safe behind the vanity, Amber," Piarry whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed Amber’s ear. "The documents aren't there anymore. They’re in my name. And by the time the baby is born, there won't be a penny left for you to claim."

As Piarry turned to leave, Amber realized the shock wasn't the pregnancy. It was the realization that she hadn't been living in a marriage for ten years; she had been living in a trap. And as the front door clicked shut, Amber heard the distinct sound of a security system being armed from the outside—locking her in