The Rat In Shadows: His Downfall
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glass with a fork. "To family, and to the hope of many grandchild
le down, perhaps take a step back from that demanding career of yours. You know, we always
, Father, that's unfair. Clementine has been through so much with the IVF. We all know it's been a challenging journey, and it's cert
course, dear. We just want what's best for you both. A
me. I didn't bother to respond. What was there to say? My life, my c
excitedly flipping through the pages. The family gathered around, laughing, reminiscing. I watched
featured Isabella. There she was, at prom, at family
azing adoringly at Isabella. "Braden, you were so smitten! He had a crush
sing him!" Then she looked up at me, a flicker of cold disdain in her eyes, before d
in-laws' living room, with my husband, looking throug
own my neck. I remembered Isabella's whisper in the restroom earlier, as I was wa
of Isabella's face in the photo. He lingered on a candid shot of
spair – it all felt utterly meaningle
wer back. A sharp pain shot through me, and I stumbled, falling hard
ce momentarily stripped of its practiced composure. H
hrieked, her voice shrill. "Apolog
e her! She'll take Braden away! Braden is MY daddy
unded whisper. "Oh, Leo, darling... Braden will ha
my daddy!" Leo wailed, cl
ble stains. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw none. "Clementine, please," he sa
robbing. When did I become the
g myself up. "He did that on p
enough," he said, his voice flat, a hint of s
shoulder, my fingers digging into his small arm.
y from her son. "Don't you dare t
ard, her arm hitting the sharp corner of a side table. A gasp escaped h
nt. Everyone stare
side her, frantically searching for a first aid kit. His face, when he looke
ing with rage. "You're acting like a common shrew! How can you
elt like an anvil, every breath a struggle. I bit back the te
e corner of the room. "I didn't touch her, Braden. I p
t the funniest part is, Braden? I didn't go through with the embryo transfer. I canceled it
ll color. He stared a
s echoing in the sudden, horrified silence o