Discarded Wife, Powerful Heiress Rises

aressing his pregnant mistr

ther, and even my own parents declared my pregnancy a "complica

inic. My own mother and father sold me out for a chec

loodline," my mother-in-law

he one I'd prayed for, being stolen from me. They

ttmans-I learned I wasn't a discarded wife. I was a kidnapped heiress. And now,

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t me harder than any physical blow ever could. My own child, our child, a sec

derness I yearned for but rarely received. He laughed then, a low, intimate sound tha

cut through the air, pulling me back from the edge of that dark abyss.

ed. He spun around, his charismatic facade cracking for a split se

. His gaze darted between me and Indiana, who now looked up at h

else, just stood there, letting the silence twist into

eady, though it felt like shards of glass in my throat.

timing, let out a soft whimper. "Chase

round her waist. "Indiana, are you alright? You

ng now. This was my home, my life, and he was

mbling. "It's just the morning sickness, Chase. I'm so sorry." She cast a qu

y throat. "You're telling me about morning