Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

Chapter 3

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room floor in gray and white. Eleanor hadn't slept. She had sat on t

d from the hallway outside, followed

hospital was stronger now, a cloying scent of antise

d the trash can, which she hadn't bothered to hide. A flicker

e sat. He cleared his throat, his voice

an. "But the doctors still want a ba

ed at the intricate pattern on the P

ing. He clearly thought she was still

sounding forced. "Tonight, at the

d looked at him, really looked at the man she had loved

his advantage. "On one condition. You go to the hospital right

breathtaking. A low, soft laugh escaped her

Julian demanded,

otested the movement, stiff from the long night.

s perfectly steady. She took a sip, t

changed my mind," she said, her voi

This was not part of his script. This

iage anymore," she continued, her voic

n the air betwe

ng into pinpricks of fury. In two long strides, he was in front o

ar," he snarled, his face inch

look of pure, unadulterated contempt. "I find you

r. He released her so sudde

s is about money, isn't it? You think threate

a pen. He scribbled a number-a lot of zeros-and tore th

h disdain. "But you're giving the blood. A

as an insult of such magnitude that it burned away the last

icked

t, he looke

t in half. And t

from her fingers into the

empty of everything but reso

t o

er voice, seemed to finally get through

ret this,"

ess than twelve hours, he sl

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“On the night of our third anniversary, I prepared a lavish candlelit dinner, waiting for my husband, Julian, to come home. But when he finally walked through the door, he didn't even look at the table. He just coldly ordered me to go to the hospital to donate blood for Seraphina, the woman he had always kept close. When I refused, he left me alone in the storm and spent the night guarding her. The next day, he accused me of leaking her hospital location to the paparazzi. To "protect" her, he brazenly moved Seraphina into our marital estate. When I packed my bags to leave, Seraphina intentionally faked a fall in the hallway. Julian didn't hesitate. He violently shoved me out of the way to catch her. My lower back slammed hard against the solid wood doorframe. I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach, while he glared at me with murderous rage. "If you say one word to my family about her, I will destroy the orphanage you grew up in." I looked at the man I had loved with a desperate passion for three years, cradling a manipulative liar in his arms. My heart turned entirely to ash. He didn't know that my hands were trembling not from fear, but from the terror of losing what was inside me. I had just found out I was six weeks pregnant with his child. I slowly stood up, hiding the ultrasound photo deep in my bag. This time, I didn't argue or cry. I just drove away from the estate, silently vowing that I would disappear and he would never see this child.”