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Ninety-Nine Chances Gone

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 542    |    Released on: 23/07/2025

eaking. "Please, don't let th

m, my hope fragi

"Tell them you believe

digging into my skin right over the burn from the tea. The pain

his voice a low, dangerou

is in the hospital. She was poisoned. By something in the br

o a hiss. "Tell me, Erica. How can I be s

at? No! I didn't... I didn't touch that

see reason. "I was never near it. And how

ly. A flicker of doubt crossed his f

of this. We're doing the test. It's family tradition.

t James, my last hope. "Please, James,"

ng, unreadable stare.

flat. He motioned to the maids.

leaving only the cold ash of des

fear. I lay on the table, watching the

nto my belly. I tensed, my fingernails digging into my palms, drawing blood. I bit my l

t, the words a silent, hatefu

The hospital room was empty and silent. I

in, her fac

, my voice hoarse.

table," she said coolly,

heard her and another nur

ut the kid first thi

r. He's been up in the VIP ward with Miss Rodgers a

han the needle. My mouth

h? Enough to completely

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Ninety-Nine Chances Gone
Ninety-Nine Chances Gone
“For three years, I was James Cole's wife, a title he forced on me. But his relentless, obsessive love started to win me over. I was even pregnant with our child, finally daring to hope for a future together. But the day I got the positive pregnancy test, the man who had been obsessed with me was gone. He began publicly chasing a young intern, Janay Rodgers, showering her with the same grand romantic gestures he once used to win my heart. To win her over, he leaked a twisted story about my mother abandoning me, turning the public against me. He accused me of poisoning Janay and sided with his father to force me into a risky paternity test that threatened our baby's life. He orchestrated a live TV interview where my own mother was paid to call me a gold-digger, all to make Janay look like a triumphant hero. When I collapsed in pain on stage from the shock, he ignored my pleas for help. He was too busy comforting Janay, who had a "broken wrist." I lost our child that day. Lying alone in the hospital, I heard his father demand he divorce me. His brother brought me the papers. I signed them without a second thought. I didn't want his money or his apologies. I just wanted to disappear from his life forever.”