Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go: Part 4 – The Unraveling of a Lie

The morning after was a media firestorm. Elara’s face—her stage name “Luna” now irrevocably linked to her real name—was everywhere.

Tabloid covers screamed her story, online forums dissected every frame of her televised breakdown, and talk shows debated the morality of her “actions.”

The narrative Seraphina had so carefully crafted had taken root:

Elara was either a cruel woman using a pregnancy as a weapon, or a tragic victim driven to madness by her husband’s infidelity. Neither version was the truth.

Julian woke up to this new reality. He hadn’t slept. He had spent the night pacing the cold, empty rooms of his mansion, the headline from the show burned into his mind.Pregnancy. Termination.

The words circled him like vultures. His first instinct, the one honed by years of corporate crisis management, was to take control. He needed facts.

His first call was to Maya Khan. She answered on the second ring, her voice frigid. “I have absolutely nothing to say to you, Julian.”

“Maya, listen to me,” he said, his voice strained. “Is it true? Was she… is she pregnant?”

“That is a gross violation of my patient’s privacy,” Maya snapped, her voice dripping with contempt.

“A concept you and your kind clearly know nothing about. Do not ever call me again.” The line went dead.

Her anger, while frustrating, was also illuminating. It wasn’t the detached response of a professional; it was the fury of a protective friend. It told him there was more to the story. He hung up the phone, his mind racing.

He was a powerful man, used to getting answers. If Elara’s friends wouldn’t talk, he would find another way. He started with Seraphina.

When he arrived at her penthouse, he found her artfully arranged on a chaise lounge, looking pale and fragile, a cashmere blanket draped over her lap. A news channel, detailing the “Luna” scandal, played softly on a television in the background.

“Julian, darling,” she said, her voice a weak, breathy thing. “This is all so awful. I feel terrible for her.”

“Did you know she was pregnant?” he asked, his voice flat, cutting straight through her performance.

Seraphina’s eyes widened in feigned shock.

“Of course not! How could I? Oh, Julian, the poor thing. To think she was going through that all alone… maybe this is my fault. If I weren’t so sick, none of this would have happened.” Tears welled in her eyes, a practiced, perfect display of remorse.

Julian watched her, a sliver of ice forming in his gut. For seven years, he had seen Elara’s genuine tears. He knew what real grief looked like.

This felt… rehearsed. The thought was disloyal, and he pushed it away, but it lingered.

He remembered a detail from weeks ago, something the foreign caregiver from Crestwood Clinic had said, a name that now seemed important.