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While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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The Casper family was a well-known family in Courtbush. Today was Elmore Casper's eightieth birthday party. Many distinguished guests were present and the atmosphere was lively.

However, a sudden ear-piercing scream from the garden startled everyone present.

Someone recognized that it was the voice of Babette Casper, the wife of Elmore's eldest grandson. She was pregnant, and her husband had already passed away. The Caspers rushed to the garden immediately to see what was going on.

In the swimming pool, two struggling figures came into view.

Before anyone else could react, Rory Casper dove into the swimming pool to pull the struggling Babette ashore.

Just then, the security guards rushed into the water to save the second drowning figure, Becky Casper.

When Becky returned to the house in sopping wet clothes, the servants passing by didn't bat an eyelash at her.

Nobody cared that she had nearly drowned, nor did they care about her in general.

After living with this family for over three years, Becky realized that her position was possibly inferior to that of the dog raised by Rory's sister.

Since such a big accident happened to Babette, the Casper family rushed to the hospital with her.

Becky retreated to her room, took a shower, and then put on a fresh set of clothes. Feeling unwell, she sank into bed. Just as she had drifted off to sleep, she was dragged out of bed by Rory.

When Becky saw Rory, her eyes turned red. "You're back already? How's Babette? Listen to me, Rory. I swear I didn't push her into the swimming pool."

Rory sneered coldly. "Save the excuses for Grandpa."

Becky suddenly came to her senses. "What do you mean, Rory?"

Without giving her the light of day, he said briskly, "Grandpa has questions for you."

Rory didn't want to waste his breath on Becky. Not long after Babette was sent to the hospital, her child was gone.

That child was supposed to be the only flesh and blood left by Rory's eldest brother. Because of Becky, they lost the child forever.

Of course, Elmore was furious. As soon as he came back from the hospital, he ordered Rory to take Becky to him.

Becky went stiff. Rory's words sent shivers down her spine.

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