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The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 571    |    Released on: 13/07/2026

the perfect "bruised" look. She checked her reflection from multiple angles, deepened the mark with th

oice shifted-from the composed woman in the mirror to

lia

voice waver.

... it hurt

provoked attack. The shove. The slap. The way she'd fallen, and the way Seraphina had kept going. She

aid you'd never be a real father anyway... Julian, I

. Silent.

econds

flat and cold as winter pavement

'll wait f

in the mirror, and let a small, satisfied smile cross her face. Then she

ance were gone. She looke

ross-legged on the couch, laptop balan

"Someone spilled coffee on me this morning a

nt wide. "And?

hina tossed the core into the trash. "Sh

kind o

ng to something more deliberate. "Height, IQ, face-top tier. I want t

one. "Seraphina. That's you

nse," Seraphina said, grinning with zero guilt.

e stood up, walked to the window. Below,

ft. Going t

y feel the shift throu

more he runs to her, the more interesting this gets. He wants to

phone onto the couch, an

r a dress. She was pi

ilk slip dress-low-cut, short enough to be deliberate, and

ut and held it

t curl at the corner of her mouth, and the look of

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The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir
The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir
“Seraphina's plan was simple and clinical: get pregnant with her absent billionaire husband's superior DNA, then finalize the divorce for a clean break. But after six months of a cold, empty marriage, Julian Sinclair suddenly returned. He didn't come back to sign the papers-he brought his pregnant mistress, Isabelle, with him. In a high-end boutique, Isabelle staged a dramatic fall, faking a miscarriage and pointing a trembling finger at Seraphina. "She pushed me, Julian! She tried to kill our baby!" Julian publicly sided with his mistress, looking at his wife with cold disgust before carrying Isabelle to the hospital. Yet, when Seraphina later offered to walk away and leave him to his freedom, his eyes turned into chips of ice. "Sinclairs don't get divorced," he whispered, caging her against the bedroom wall. "They become widowers." Seraphina was left trembling in pure terror and confusion. He clearly loved Isabelle and punished Seraphina like a disposable pawn, so why trap her in this loveless nightmare? Why hold onto her with such violent, suffocating possessiveness when he already had what he wanted? Pushed to the brink of despair, she got blackout drunk at a local lounge, loudly declaring she was going to steal his DNA and run. But before she could escape into the night with the help of another man, the heavy steel doors blew open. Julian stood there, a furious monster stepping out of the shadows to violently reclaim his wife, proving that her fight for freedom had only just ignited his darkest obsession.”