Replaced By A Pregnant Substitute

sing. When I reported it, I became the laughingstock of Seattle.

in his coastal villa. I was his secret, his g

I regained my sight. The first thing I overheard was J

a blind, dependent wife was better for him now

to imprison me. He had given me the 'Eternal Hea

ure was stolen. And the m

onument to my stolen life, I whispered to the inferno, "Y

pte

a

t went missing, and when I reported it to the

fference. My guide dog, Luna, whined softly, her body pressed against my leg. M

rson?" the officer asked, his voice laced with a weary p

dier than I felt. "He's my fiancé.

k. "Jaxon Kent? The tech mogul? Lady, are you

dentity." My name, once whispered in arenas and splashed acros

... the figure skater? The one who went blind in that accident five years ago?" He looked at me, his gaze a mixture of

feeling like it was tilting beneath me. "W

is a very public figure. His fiancée is Kamila Myers. They've been toge

ht. Kamila Myers... she's an actress who looks a little like me. Jaxon hired her fo

monitor for his colleague to see. "Doesn't look

e room. I couldn't see the images, but the cheerful

s morning leaving a prenatal check-up, looking blissfully happy. The couple, who

rough my head, a pressure building behind my eyes that was more

e y

rt' ring sliding onto my finger. His voice, thick with emotion, had echoed in our su

xon had recoiled. "Her eyes," he'd said, his own dark ones filled with distaste. "Th

g as a ghost in my own life, while another woman wore

hroat, raw and animalistic. I stumbled backward, away from the disembodied voice on the te

orward, my head connecting with the sharp corner

ute and familia

, I heard a voice. A panicked, desperate c

h god,

as J

ight pierced

aged mind. For five years, my world had been a tapestry of

lurry, indistinct sha

nto the periphery-the pale blue of a curtain,

s powerful as any elect

hallway, pulling me from my daze. A m

s she,

er head was severe, but ironically, it seems to have dislodged the pressure

eath, waiting for Jax

, devoid of emotion. "Restore it

he gut. I pressed my hand t

you talking about? This is what w

de my blood run cold. "His family's corporate board would never accept a disabled partner. That's why

s. "You've been living a double life for fi

ter. "It wasn't supposed to get real. But Kamila... she's been there. She understands the pres

e shattering a different piece of my heart. He hadn't just

u think she is. Do you remember her brother? The one with the gam

are bring that up. Kamila is a good person. She's just

the air, thick

ed, his voice heavy with a

ident. "She's safe in the castle I built for her. She's bli

tr

of framed charcoal sketches. Portraits Jaxon had drawn of me in the early days. Me on the ice, mid

t to a love I had thoug

n sold it for a cheap copy. He had built me a

ken laugh esc

matches, left behind by a careless visitor

ass of the frames cold against my skin. I piled them in

me flickered, a tiny, defiant s

t onto the

consuming the image of my smiling face, t

ck, and with a single, deliberate motion, I swept the r

riek, a fitting soundtrack

o the empty room, the smoke stinging my newl

t wasn't a nurse or a doctor. It was Ja

nd for a single, horrifying moment, I

escape him, or I w

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