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Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 732    |    Released on: Today at 11:34

ided her Porsche down the long, gravel driveway. She had just come from a preliminar

ain and got out of the car. Somethi

he saw

ive, custom-made Louis Vuitton trunks up

e stone. The butler, Mr. Davies, met her at the door, his face a mask of

gh the marble foyer and in

r. He was speaking in a low, soothing v

eps made him turn. The

y tear-streaked. She was wearing a cream-colored ca

ungs in a rush. A roarin

ave a little gasp and shrank back, t

wife. His expression was cold, d

avy. "What," she said, her voice trembling with a rage

at was anything but. "She's staying here," he announced, his voice flat

rom reality, that for a moment, Eleanor could only star

or," he corrected her, his voice devoid

hey stripped her of any claim, any power, any

n Julian's sleeve. "Julian, maybe I should go," she whispered,

own, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Don't be ridi

lic act of choosing, shattered

she snarled, pointing a s

of the wheelchair, shielding Seraphina w

flashing with anger. "Don't act lik

"I'm the shrew? You bring your mistress into our

hot back, his logic impenetrable, his convicti

pletely blinded by lies, and the naus

er mouth, a desperate attempt to keep from b

isted in disgust. He thought it was an

he said, his voice dripping with contem

leaving her cold and trembling. Her eyes, burning wit

breath and strai

e said, her voice

her head held high. She would get her things, Sh

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Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape
“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.”