On our wedding night, I was too exhausted for celebrations and asked Scott if we could just talk. He agreed, though I sensed his disappointment. Later, I woke to find him kneeling beside the bed—cradling a baby. He explained the child, Ella, was his orphaned niece. Shocked, I asked why he hadn’t told me sooner. Scott admitted he feared I’d leave. The next day, we moved into his estate with Ella, but I struggled with the secrecy.
When I pressed for details about Maya, his estranged stepsister and Ella’s mother, Scott grew defensive. Eventually, I found a photo of him with a pregnant woman—evidence that contradicted his story. Confronted, Scott finally confessed: Ella wasn’t his niece but his daughter.
My trust collapsed. I considered giving Ella up for adoption, but things grew stranger. A woman approached me on the beach, warning me to “run for your life” and hinting at dark secrets in Scott’s past. Soon after, I learned he’d once been married and had ties to a cult.
When I discovered I was pregnant, the truth felt unbearable. Then Scott was arrested for assault, and the chaos unraveled into something unexpected—it was part of a short film we were creating together. What began as betrayal ended as a story of love, lies, and creative collaboration.
