Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

Chapter 5 Public Humiliation

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e leaned in, her voice so low it was barely a breath a

ered. He spun around, his eyes boring into hers, searching for any hint of a lie. He found only a

nd, a flicker of the old, protective Jul

rivals. You could use this. Think of it as an opportunity to damage Lawson." She was even willing t

appointment. "So that's what this is," he said, his voice quiet

, stepped outside for air, their cheerful chatter dying as they took in the scene: Mrs. Lawson, looking distraught, clutchi

ll her hand back, but Julian's fingers suddenly cl

of intimacy for the watching eyes. "You want my help? Fine." Then, he raised his vo

the impact of a grenade. The guests' faces re

, is th

childhood sweethearts. It

der Aloysius Lawson'

lt stripped bare, her private agony turned into a public spec

unfold. He remained perfectly still, his face impassive. He looked like a king observing a distasteful

nd's cold indifference. It was a three-pronge

, but he was also burning the bridge between them. He was using public shame t

her entire body. It wasn't from the cold. It wa

terrace, a look of undisguised, venomous glee on her face

r wrist, stepping back as

s voice once again cool and detached. He turned and melted back into t

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“I held the positive pregnancy report, hoping it would finally bring a trace of warmth to my cold, transactional marriage with Aloysius Lawson. Instead, he didn't even glance at it. He slid a medical consent form across his massive desk and coldly ordered me to abort the baby. His sister Eloisa's leukemia had relapsed. She needed a bone marrow transplant, and I was the only match. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard, completely denying the one chaotic night we actually spent together. When I desperately sought help from my childhood friend Julian at a gala, he publicly humiliated me, terrified of my husband's wrath. Aloysius's mistress mocked me in front of the elite crowd, while my own mother begged me to save our family's failing company, oblivious that the price was my baby's life. Aloysius dragged me home, bruising my arms, and threatened to destroy anyone who dared to help me. I begged him, offering to wait three weeks for a DNA test to prove the child was his true heir. "Why would I wait three weeks?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of humanity. "Eloisa doesn't have three weeks. It has to go." I was entirely alone, treated as nothing more than a blood bag and a pawn. Why was my flesh and blood worth absolutely nothing to them? Sitting in the sterile room of the private abortion clinic, holding the flimsy blue scrubs he forced me to wear, my despair finally hardened into pure rage. When the nurse urged me to hurry, I dropped the scrubs to the floor. "I'm waiting for someone," I said, my voice eerily steady as I took the first step to destroy them all.”