Discovered His Will, Faked My Death

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solidify in my mind. I hadn't made a final decision yet, b

itated, my heart hammering in my chest, then

y dated back to before I even met Grayson. Years before. It wasn't a sudden affair. It was

She was infertile. Completely. My baby, the one growing inside me

dio recording. My heart leaped into my t

void of emotion. "Make sure the will is leg

And what about Elyse, Mr. Graves? Should we consid

ence. She saved my life, yes. But that was repaid with the 'honor' of b

s all that matters. Kira can' t carry a child, but she deserves an heir. My heir. And El

Enough to keep her quiet, to live comfortably. But if she makes a fuss, if she tries to fight f

ing cut of

then flooded with a tidal wave of pain. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, s

ving his life, had been twisted into a debt he felt entitled to collect. Being "Mrs. Graves" was my payment, my reward. And my baby? My son? A mere product, a biolo

st. Disgust for the calculated deception, for the years of lies, for the way he had used me, body and soul. Disgust

rembling, I clutched my phone. My fingers, still shaking

d sound that grated in my ears. "Grayson," I said

, cold and furious. "What the hel

aying? Oh, Grayson, you think this is a game?" My laughter died, replaced b

e, and threw it across the room. Then I grabbed

atal care, postpartum recovery. But deep down, I knew it also offered something else. Something darker. Something permanent. I had lear

ght, I

ate attempts to find me, were all in vain. He didn't know the

nic Fire, Body Unrecognizable." The reports highlighted a charred body, identified by a custom-made ring found among the ashes

ocuments clutched tight in my hand. I looked out the windo

oing to a new life, my love," I whispered, tears of relief and hop