Julia~She had hurt herself just to bring Adele to her knees, and her plan was in place, perfect, and smooth-sailing, until she heard of the accident.It was her fault.She’d told Ethan what to do, in case Adele forced him to go with her. It was her backup plan – to make Ethan run away from Adele, and then blame Adele for being an incompetent mother.Julia wanted to hurt Adele in many ways, including taking her son back, but not in a way Adele would draw sympathy from the public, rather, people’s ire.If she ‘lost’ Ethan, the world would hate Adele. They’d call her careless, unfit, a woman who couldn’t even keep her own child safe. It would ruin the delicate little image Adele had been building for herself. Coupled with the soon-to-be trending ‘violent’ video, where Adele pushed her against the wall and made her ‘faint’, yet was ‘heartless’ enough not to check on her, the public would explode, shift all the blame to Adele, and maybe, just maybe, Julia could salvage her ruined reputati
Adele~ Tears blurred my vision instantly. I nearly collapsed onto the bed, clutching his hand to my lips. “Ethan, baby, you’re awake.” My voice cracked under the weight of relief, grief, and a thousand unanswered fears. For a suspended second, time didn’t exist. The machines kept beeping, the world kept spinning, but none of it touched the small, hoarse word that had just anchored me back to life. And then, he fell asleep again. Panic struck like a blade through my chest. “Ethan?” My voice rose, sharp and desperate. I darted to his bed and shook his little arm gently, then harder. “Ethan! Wake up, baby, please—” “The machines are still beeping.” Detroit drawled from behind me. That was when it registered and my head snapped to the monitor – he was right, my boy was still stable. A sigh of relief rattled out of me, shaky and uneven. My knees nearly buckled under me as I pressed a trembling hand to my chest. “Oh God…” The words tumbled out in a broken whisper. And then, as i
It was all because Julia was the real mother of his son, while I was just a placeholder. A shadow wearing the title of mother without the blood to anchor it.The realization slammed into me, knocking the breath out of my chest. Every time Ethan pulled away from me, every time he looked at Julia with that unexplainable brightness in his eyes, every time Ryan dismissed my hurt. It all made sense now. It wasn’t just favoritism. It wasn’t just manipulation. It was blood calling to blood.My stomach twisted violently. I wanted to vomit, to scream, to claw at the sterile walls of the hospital until they came down around me. Instead, I clutched Ethan’s hand like it was the only thing tethering me to this earth.Was Ethan made aware of it and asked not to tell me anything? Was that why nothing I did or said could get through to him? Did the boy I loved so much betray me like his father did? “No,” I whispered, my voice broken glass. “No, Ethan wouldn't do that.” I tried to fight against my ra
Adele~“What are you talking about?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but my chest felt tight, too tight, like someone had just sucked the air out of the room.Detroit’s eyes didn’t flinch. He tucked his phone away and leaned back in his chair with that maddening calm of his, arms folding over his chest. “Exactly what I said. O positive cannot birth AB negative. It’s not possible.”A short, nervous laugh tore from my throat and it didn’t feel like mine. “You must be mistaken. I carried Ethan for nine months. I gave birth to him. I… I was there. I remember everything.”“Do you?” His tone was steady, low, the kind of voice that slipped past my ears and struck bone. “Do you remember every detail, Adele, or only what you’ve been told to remember?”The words stung. I clenched Ethan’s little hand tighter, forcing myself to focus on the warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his pulse. He was mine. He had to be. “I don’t know what kind of cruel game you’re trying to play, Detroit
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Ryan~What could be more painful than having millions of words to say but can't utter a single coherent sentence? This bastard wasn’t supposed to be breathing. He wasn’t supposed to be here, in his child's ward, kissing, touching, and holding Adele like she belonged to him. Ryan had paid good money to have him killed. Yet here he was, arrogantly staring at him, while Ryan was the one strapped in a damn wheelchair like some helpless invalid.And to think the wild man turned him into this expired vegetable. The fury burned hotter than the fire in his lungs. His fingers shook on the armrest, curling, digging hard enough that his nails tore half-moons into his palm. His throat tried to shape words, but only broken sounds crawled out. He was officially useless and pathetic. He wanted to roar, to curse, to drag Adele away from that man's arms, especially as he continuously rubbed and groped her curvy backside, but his body betrayed him at every turn.And Adele—God, Adele.The look in her