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He Chose His Secret Son Over Our Unborn Pup

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 636    |    Released on: 18/09/2025

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pup was a part of me, a product of my bond with my fated mate. But it was conceived in a w

r's quiet corridor. I had to leave. Now, more than ever, I had

lding Cassandra, who was sobbing dramatically into his chest. He was stroking her

he was saying.

rge stone pillar, my heart p

d, her voice carrying clearly in the empty h

letely. Selene is a brilliant architect, but she doesn't unde

d. He thought I

assandra pressed, her voice turning

Rejecting a fated mate, especially one so... pure... would be seen as a weakness

t love. Not devotion

sed, his voice softening again. "You gave me a strong h

then walked away, his foots

directly to the pillar I was hiding behind. She knew I was there. She had known the whole time. She held

d been clinging to snapped. In his eyes, I was

g my child into this. I couldn't let my pup be the unwan

ng an appointment I never thought I'd have to make. The second was to my lawyer,

outside the center, trying to breathe

ing you designed for the pack house is official

n't r

is mental voice oozing charm. *We had a serious rogue

All

gala in your honor at the new wing tonight. A c

e they were carved

sent back, my voice a hol

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He Chose His Secret Son Over Our Unborn Pup
He Chose His Secret Son Over Our Unborn Pup
“I thought my five-year marriage to tech CEO Emilio was perfect. I was the architect of our beautiful life, putting my own prestigious career on hold to support his rise to the top. That illusion shattered when an email flashed on his screen: an invitation to the christening of his son. A son I never knew existed, with a social media influencer as the mother. The affair became public at a gala thrown in my honor. The little boy ran to Emilio, calling him "Daddy" and accusing me of trying to steal him away. To protect his son, Emilio shoved me. I fell, hit my head, and woke up in a hospital bed to the news that I had miscarried the baby I had just discovered I was carrying. He never came. He left me bleeding on the floor to comfort his son and mistress, abandoning me, our marriage, and the child we lost without a second glance. Days later, his mistress sent men to finish the job. They pushed me from a cliff into the churning water below. But I survived. I let the world believe I was dead as I accepted a prestigious architectural fellowship in Zurich. It was time for Elana Thomas to die, so I could finally live.”
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