The Wife He Destroyed, Reborn

at Liam' s face. The sheer, unadulterate

owl. "She killed my mother. Your mistress, in your

ience. "Chloe is fragile. She' s carrying my son. We can' t have

ther was dead. Lying in a morgue downstairs

ising. "What about my mother, who is dead on a cold sl

anding in the middle of the road. And let' s be honest, what kind of life d

ake care of all the funeral expenses. Enough for you to live c

lence. He thought he could pu

chest. It was clarifying. All the love I thought I had f

vements, I tore the waiver in half. Then I tore it again, and

tter to the fl

voice shaking with rage.

ht hit me again. But he just stared at me, his jaw cl

was on file, but there were no other witnesses. The street had no security cameras. Liam' s lawyers were already at work, creating a stor

ping. I stood alone by the graveside, feeling an e

p suit got out. It was my uncle, my mother's younger brother, a man

d wrapped his arms around m

thick with grief. "I came as soon as I hea

all island of comfort

as shattered by

lo

r face that was so fake it was grotesque.

he said, her voice dripping with manufactur

rom her as if her

he mask of grief fell back into place. "I know thi

ve me?" I ask

only I could hear. "For pushing me, for trying to hurt my baby. I know you' r

e knife. And then she deliver

m the very beginning. Getting Liam, getting this life. It was always meant to be mine. Your mo

accident. It was deliberate. She had aimed for my mother. She had orche

inside m

think. I just reacted. I lunge

ster!" I

ance. She let out a theatrical gasp and threw herself back

stomach! T

orted in a mask of pure fury. He didn't eve

ed. He shoved my uncle

p me this time

us kick straigh

ploded through my body. I cr

s to Chloe or my child," he spat, his voice trembling with

ed over me, a pain deeper and more terrifying than the kick

b

d, my

ght was one of utter, soul-crushing despair. I was losing everything. My mother

osing m