Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

Chapter 4

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he car descended. The image of Eleanor's face as she tore up the

hone and dialed his

Bank statements, call logs, everything. For the last six months. I want to

aster bedroom. From the very back of her walk-in

Julian had bought her, but the simple, classic pieces she had owned

tand when a wave of dizziness washed over

her stomach, which clenched with a dull, cramping pain

nd buzzed, the vibration

mber she didn

nswer, her voic

was frail, but laced with an unmistaka

tened, her knuckles turning whit

ble last night. I saw your picture on the screen when you call

left his phone on my bedside table-was a de

ropping to a pathetic whisper. "The doctors say I n

r wave of nausea. "Stop it," she said, her vo

the other end of the line, follo

ng with panic and rage. "Se

the receiver, raw with fury. "What did y

ight, stunned. "I di

o help, you have to call and torment a dying woman? If

ne wen

e dial tone a mocking buzz in her ear. The she

ing returned with a vengeance. She drop

les screamed in protest, until there was nothing left but a

floor, weak and trembling. One hand res

t was almost

ng, electrifying possib

king legs. She looked at her reflection-the pale skin, th

resolve hard

n a drawer, and left the half-packed suitcase on the

atched the photographers she had paid fo

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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.”