Scars of Betrayal: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 551 | Released on: 28/01/2026

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. The door to the mas

tairs. The kit

otepad. A single sheet of paper with

g nice for dinn

his black Amex card.

nd. He thought this was the apology. He thought money

the button. The machine whirred to life with a low growl that escalated into a violent, sati

front door. The mor

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to me,"

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mumbled, disappeari

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“Kelsie's biggest regret in life was getting involved with Judge, the icy Captain. She pursued him for three years, married him for two, thinking she'd warmed a stone, only to be met with nothing. Her mother-in-law disliked her, her husband was indifferent, and a fragile "white moonlight" would occasionally try to get her attention. Until she witnessed Judge and Angelique meeting secretly at a hotel, her heart shattered, and then she discovered she was pregnant. Kelsie sneered, threw down the divorce papers, and decisively ran away, disappearing without a trace. When they met again, she was a successful single mother, surrounded by suitors. In the pouring rain, the once aloof man humbly stopped her car, pleading in a hoarse voice, "Kelsie, come home with me." The car window rolled down, and a little boy, nine-tenths like him, coldly warned in a cute but fierce tone, "Want to date my mommy? Ask me first!"”