The Vicious Family's Cruelest Deception

ingered in my mind. I was in a hospital bed, the white sheets a cold comfort against my bruised body. My body

ble. I picked it up, my fingers clumsy. An unfamiliar numbe

ce was raspy, b

. Grayson. Grayson Fowler. My childhood friend

nd spun. Why was

und crazy, but... it's about your ba

t. "What about my baby?" A cold dread seeped i

from my lungs. "Eight months ago, that night at the charity ball... you were so upset,

pagne and tears, a desperate attempt to numb the pain of another miscarriage. I remembered being comfor

, even though no one could see. "T

u, Abigail. I know everything they've put you through. I know about the miscarriages, about Haylee, about Charles.

ed by their cruelty. A flicker of hope, fragile yet insistent, ignited within me. This

uldn't bear for it to be Charles's. Not after everything." I thought about all the losses, all t

ail. Don't. We'll go to Europe, far away from all of this. I'll protect

baby was safe. My baby was loved, truly loved, by someone who cared. "Yes," I ch

the silence of despair, but of a fierce, unyielding resolve. I had a rea