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chapter 16
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2026-09-17 03:18:25
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The twentieth of September arrived under a gray, bruised sky.Inside the cavernous stone cathedral downtown, golden light poured from soaring stained-glass windows, illuminating rows of mahogany pews packed with two hundred of the city’s most powerful figures. Flashes from approved media cameras flickered like lightning against the floral arrangements.In a drafty, tiny room above a seaside bakery three hundred miles away, I sat on the edge of a narrow iron bed. The small black-and-white television on the dresser hummed with static, broadcasting the live feed of the "Wedding of the Century."My hand rested over my stomach. I was nine weeks pregnant now. The sickness still hit in waves, but my body felt steady, anchored by the quiet, absolute reality that I was completely, truly outside their reach.On the screen, the cathedral doors swung open.Victoria Whitmore glided down the long marble aisle in a breathtaking ivory gown, her silk veil trailing behind her like a shroud. She looked
I REGRET GETTING MARRIED TO A MOMMY'S BOY CEO chapter 20
The twentieth of September arrived under a gray, bruised sky.Inside the cavernous stone cathedral downtown, golden light poured from soaring stained-glass windows, illuminating rows of mahogany pews packed with two hundred of the city’s most powerful figures. Flashes from approved media cameras flickered like lightning against the floral arrangements.In a drafty, tiny room above a seaside bakery three hundred miles away, I sat on the edge of a narrow iron bed. The small black-and-white television on the dresser hummed with static, broadcasting the live feed of the "Wedding of the Century."My hand rested over my stomach. I was nine weeks pregnant now. The sickness still hit in waves, but my body felt steady, anchored by the quiet, absolute reality that I was completely, truly outside their reach.On the screen, the cathedral doors swung open.Victoria Whitmore glided down the long marble aisle in a breathtaking ivory gown, her silk veil trailing behind her like a shroud. She looked
I REGRET GETTING MARRIED TO A MOMMY'S BOY CEO chapter 19
I ran until my lungs burned like liquid fire.My sneakers pounded against the wet asphalt of the deserted street, my hands locked firmly over my abdomen. Every shadow felt like an arm reaching out to grab me; every gust of wind sounded like Victoria’s heels clicking on the pavement behind me.The small town train platform was completely empty when I burst onto the concrete deck. The cold wind howled down the tracks, rattling the metal schedule board above my head.I checked the flickering digital clock. 11:42 p.m.The last southbound regional train was scheduled for 11:45 p.m.I sank onto a cold wooden bench beneath the buzzing fluorescent light, my entire body shaking so violently my teeth chattered. I pressed my face into my hands, choking back raw, heavy sobs. The bitter scent of the herbal liquid still clung to my jacket sleeve where it had splashed, a horrific reminder of how close I had come to losing everything.*We’re okay,* I whispered into the quiet dark, pressing my palms a
I REGRET GETTING MARRIED TO A MOMMY'S BOY CEO chapter 18
The ten thousand dollars in cash lay heavy on the small laminate table, but the manila envelope beside it felt like a loaded weapon.I signed the divorce papers with a hand that wouldn't stop shaking, my signature looking jagged and panicked on the crisp white pages. I didn't care about the estate, the money, or the Hartwell name. I just wanted to touch real grass, breathe unmonitored air, and protect the tiny, flickering life growing inside me.At 7:45 a.m., a black town car idling near the stone patio took me to the central train station.As the iron gates of the Hartwell estate finally receded into the morning fog, the suffocating weight in my chest gave way to a fragile, desperate relief. I sat in the back seat with my head pressed against the cold glass, hand resting over my flat stomach.*We made it out,* I whispered to myself. *We’re free.*I was wrong.Victoria Whitmore was not a savior. She was a strategist who never left a loose thread dangling near her throne.I spent six h
I REGRET GETTING MARRIED TO A MOMMY'S BOY CEO chapter 17
Victoria didn't scream, and she didn't call for Eleanor’s guards. Instead, she stood in the center of the cottage, watching me clutch my abdomen with a cold, terrifying fascination.“Eight weeks?” she asked softly, her voice smooth as glass. “Maybe nine?”“Get out,” I choked out, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I thought my chest would split open.“If Eleanor finds out about that baby, Emma,” Victoria said, stepping closer, her heels clicking softly against the floorboards, “you will never leave this estate. Do you understand me?”I looked up, my eyes wide with defensive panic. “What are you talking about?”“You think Eleanor wants to ruin you?” Victoria let out a low, bitter laugh. “If she finds out you are carrying the first Hartwell grandchild, the sole heir to Adrian’s executive shares, she will strip your legal rights away, lock you in a private room on the third floor of the main house, and keep you chained to a bed until you deliver.”A cold wave of dread washed thro
I REGRET GETTING MARRIED TO A MOMMY'S BOY CEO chapter 16
Eleanor didn't use locks to keep me in the cottage. She used human walls.By Wednesday morning, two shifts of private security personnel stood at the edge of the stone patio twenty-four hours a day. The cottage landline was cut. The small television was removed. Every window had its latch screwed shut from the outside under the guise of "estate maintenance," leaving the small rooms smelling stale, thick with the scent of damp wool and my worsening morning sickness.My physical breaking point came on Friday.I spent the entire morning on the cold linoleum floor of the bathroom, dry-heaving until my chest burned. Without access to proper prenatal vitamins or decent food, Eleanor’s kitchen staff had downgraded my daily trays to cold broth and dry toast, my body was burning through its reserves.At 2:00 p.m., the front door unlocked.It wasn't a maid. It was Victoria, flanked by Eleanor’s personal secretary, who carried a heavy folding clothing rack draped in protective garment bags.“Get
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