The news of the Watson pregnancy didn't just ripple through the business world; it struck like a seismic wave against the high-rise windows of the city's most elite social circles. But for Bridget, sitting in her cold, minimalist office, the news felt less like a ripple and more like a targeted assassination of her last remaining hope.
She stared at the digital headline—"The Watson Empire Expands: CEO Keifer Watson and Empress Jay Expecting First Heir"—and felt a bitter, icy knot tighten in her chest.
The Burn of Bitterness
Bridget had spent years calculating her move toward Keifer. She had played the long game, perfecting her "Corporate Queen" persona, convinced that Keifer—a man of logic, data, and cold efficiency—would eventually realize that a marriage to her was the only merger that made sense.
But then came Jay. The "Glow." The "Wiefy" who had dismantled Keifer's walls with nothing but a smile and a stubborn heart.
"Pregnant," Bridget hissed, the word tasting like poison. She gripped the edge of her glass desk until her manicured nails clicked sharply against the surface. "She isn't just his wife anymore. She's his legacy. She's untouchable."
The Jealous Observation
Bridget's mind raced through the details she had heard from her informants in the Watson mansion. She knew about the "Kidnapping" incident, the public kiss in the office atrium, and now, the extreme, suffocating care Keifer was showering upon Jay.
To Bridget, it was a glitch in the universe. She couldn't understand how a man who once prioritized profit margins was now prioritizing prenatal vitamins and nursery floor plans.
"He was supposed to be the Cold Prince," she whispered to the empty room, her eyes darkening with a dangerous, green-eyed envy. "He was supposed to be untouchable. Now he's... a hubby."
She imagined Keifer's large, scarred hands—hands that had signed billion-dollar deals—resting on Jay's stomach with that reverent, protective touch. The thought made her stomach turn. It wasn't just jealousy; it was a sense of profound, stinging defeat. Jay hadn't just won the man; she had won the soul of the machine.
The Dangerous Resolve
Bridget stood up, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window that looked out toward Watson HQ. She could see the lights of the penthouse where the "Constant" was being guarded.
"A little Watson," she murmured, her reflection in the glass looking sharp and predatory. "The ultimate lock on his heart."
She knew she couldn't strike directly—the Watson security perimeter was now at 1,000% capacity. But jealousy is a slow-burning fuel. As she watched the distant lights of the mansion, Bridget didn't concede. Instead, she began to look for the cracks. If she couldn't be the mother of the heir, she would be the shadow that haunted the Empress's "perfect" life.
The system was stable, but Bridget was patient. She would wait for the one thing Keifer couldn't calculate: the vulnerability that comes with loving something more than life itself.