The moment the red nightgown touched her skin, the marriage crossed a line it could never return from. The private villa was silent except for the soft hum of hidden cameras, their lenses locked on the bed where she lay with one hand over her pregnant belly. Upstairs, beyond a concealed bookshelf, the feed streamed into a surveillance room where he watched without blinking. At 3:17 a.m., ash fell from his cigarette as he ordered the recording to continue—every breath, every movement archived like evidence awaiting trial. At dawn, the house transformed into a different stage. Sunlight flooded the bedroom as he returned in a tailored suit, immaculate and unreadable. She approached with warm milk and a careful smile, playing the role she had survived in for three years. He didn’t touch the cup. He pulled the curtains wide and asked a single question that split the room in two: she had never been blind, had she? Glass shattered, blood traced her ankle, and the first mask cracked—but he didn’t accuse. He placed a photograph on the table instead, time-stamped proof of her seeing eyes, her reflection sharp and conscious. The room tightened. She pleaded survival. He answered with proximity. A gun rose, slow and steady, as contracts and recordings surfaced on the screens—prenatal records altered, medical signatures forged, a lineage he believed betrayed. The risk escalated again: not a lie exposed, but a future contested. He pressed closer. She shielded her belly and swore the child was his. He didn’t believe words; he believed systems. Then the systems betrayed him. From the corner, the fetal monitor cut through the silence—beep… beep…—a heartbeat impossible to fake. The weapon hovered, half-pressed. Outside, wind lifted the curtains like witnesses leaning in. Love collapsed into ash; hatred found no landing. He stood frozen between proof and pulse, between a kill shot and a living record that would outlast any confession. He lowered nothing. Said nothing. Somewhere beneath the floorboards, another file began uploading—unplayed, unfinished. And as the heartbeat continued, so did the countdown, toward a decision no contract could contain and a reckoning that hadn’t even started yet. She faked blindness to escape being sold… but woke up pregnant with a ruthless crime boss’s child. 😱🖤Watch FREE on Playlet! 📱😍