His Secret Son, Her Stolen Fortune

her lips. She was expecting me to break, to scream

o my drawer and pulled out the crisp file my lawye

up," I said. "But he won't

to let me go. He had to be the one to end things, on his terms. S

second before her composure returned. She

r tone dripping with condescension. "I

ve been together for a long time, you know. Since before you two were ev

rstood his demons. She spoke of a night seven years ago, when he

lant surgery. The donor was a young, anonymous woman who was a match. But at the last minut

-in-law, was a match. She had insisted on being tested, she

ll. They had been together even then. The "complication" with the original donor was likely Aiden

It wasn't just a recent affair. It was t

said, my voice flat. "I

ess unnerved her. This wasn't t

laid bare. "I want this house. I want the company.

nough. He'll still think about you. I need him to hate you. I nee

r opened, and A

let out a pained cry, stumbled backward, an

n her face. "Charlotte, please! I'm sorr

eechless at the audaci

, his face a thunderclou

you do?"

en wailed, "And you pushed h

urd, so utterly baseless,

y. "There are cameras in this hous

stiff at the menti

noid narrative, fueled by Haven's lies. "I don't need t

ve, now refused to look at the one thing that would prove my innocence. He had trusted me for years, he'd clai

aven whimpered, pulling on Aiden' s a

lling disappointment. "I don't know who you ar

kind, so gentle. Maybe you should l

aving me alone in the room. The click of

and started to laugh. It

who had loved him, who had cared for hi

had rotted from the inside out, and I was jus