Scarlett; Minutes after I had given birth to his kids, he walked into the ward and announced our divorce, claiming that I betrayed him. Accused of infidelity, I was heartbroken when he chose to disbelieve me even when it was obvious that I was framed. Despite giving birth to his twins, I was forced to part with one of my children. As if that wasn't enough, even my own family discarded me, revealing that I was adopted. In a state of irreparable heartbreak, I managed to flee to New York with my remaining child, eager to start afresh. But that decision I made changed my life forever. I uncovered my true heritage and it turns out I'm a part of Hollywood royalty, a celebrity heiress with a legacy of stardom. One stunning twist threw everything off balance. I crossed paths with Ethan once again and this time around, he's desperate to correct all his wrongs. But can I ever forgive him? Ethan: Despite our marriage being arranged, I've grown to love Scarlett. I've come to develop feelings for her, but she ended up betraying me. I divorced her and took my son away from her but I regret my actions. I searched the entire city for her but my efforts to find her were futile. My son was desperately sick and needed a maternal figure. With no other option, I had to agree to Jasmine's proposal so we could provide the parental support he needed. Just as I thought she'd vanished from my life forever, she walked into that event, and the revelation of her true identity left me stunned – a famous celebrity and the long-lost heiress of the iconic Scott family. Now I want her back but will she ever forgive me? Or will I lose her forever?
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A faint sigh escaped my lips. My body ached in ways I couldn't describe. I felt exhausted and overwhelmed, and my muscles were trembling from hours of labor. Despite the mixture of physical pain and emotional turmoil brewing in me, I felt a sense of relief wash over me as my gaze settled on my babies–My twins, feeling a deep connection to them. Their cries filled my ears like melodies and I felt my worries slipping away instantly. The joy of motherhood was so surreal and I couldn't be happier. “Congratulations, Mrs Scarlett. It's a boy and a girl!” The nurse exclaimed, her perfect teeth showing through her warm smile as she locked eyes with me. She was beautiful, dressed all prim, and proper with blue eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses. Relief washed over me as I stared at my babies, who were swaddled in her arms. “They're so beautiful and angelic!” She whispered, her eyes filled with admiration, her voice dripping with compliments. Just then, the atmosphere shifted, and the room grew stifling as a figure walked in. Ethan Blackwood. My husband. His stoic countenance made my blood run cold, and my smile dissipated instantly. Ice seemed to form on the edges of conversations, freezing everyone's smile and laughter in place. I stared at his face. His eyes were icy, devoid of warmth or emotion. I just delivered his babies, and there wasn't a hint of pride in his eyes. Not even a single smile or words of comfort. Just before I could say a word, he handed me a document and said coldly, “Sign this.” My brows snapped as I struggled to process what it was. “I don't understand, Ethan. Wh- what is this?” I asked, my voice barely audible, but there was no response. Sitting upright, I glanced at the paper, my expression twisting into something halfway between shock and confusion. My fingers left wet marks on the crisp folds as I opened it, my breath caught as the words came into focus. “Divorce paper?” I gasped as I looked up at him, realization hitting me like a jolt of electricity. My head spun as I struggled to process what was happening. “Let's get divorced, Scarlett.” Ethan replied harshly, and my heart slammed against my ribs. “What?!” I asked as a thick knot of emotion swelled in my chest. I had just birthed his children and the next thing he wants is for us to get divorced? Is he out of his mind? “I'm dead serious about this, Scarlett. I don't want us to be together anymore. Sign this and let's put the past behind us.” The room titled, and I felt the blood drain from my face as his words hang heavily in the air. Seriously? Who divorces their wife moments after she gives birth to their children? “Ethan-” I croaked out. “I don't understand what's going on. I just gave birth to your kids and you're asking for a –” “--You should be thankful those kids are genuinely mine.” He cut me off mid-sentence, his words dropping like a bombshell. What? “I had the doctors run a DNA test the minute they were born. But that doesn't change the fact that I've been doubting your fidelity.” My mouth fell open, each word like a punch to my gut, the accusations driving a stake to my heart What? What was he talking about? Gripping the sheets, I countered, “Ethan. Do you think I can ever cheat on you? What exactly is going on?” He sneered, his lips twitching with his face as emotionless as ever. “Oh, stop this game of pretence, Scarlett! Don't think you can deceive me. Now, I know who you truly are!” He spat unyieldingly, the depth of his words intensifying the ache in my chest. “Ethan. I've always been faithful to you and you know how much I love you. Why would you say this?!” “Love?!!” I heard a sharp feminine voice erupt from the back, and my head snapped in the direction. It was Jade, Ethan's older sister. She shot me a venomous glare as she walked in, her heels clicking against the polished tiles. I noticed Jasmine as they wheeled her into the ward with a bandage on her left arm. Jasmine was Ethan's childhood friend who returned to the city just last month after years of being away. I noticed how she tried to pull off a sorrowful face that would elicit the barest amount of empathy. Last week, during our confrontation, she had fallen down the stairs intentionally, and Jade, who had always despised me, believed I was responsible for it. “If you truly love my brother, you wouldn't have cheated on him, you whore!” Jade spat, her words snatching me out of my thoughts. What? Did she just call me a whore? My eyes went wide as Ethan flung a pile of photographs at me, with some landing on the bed, others on the floor and a few sticking to my clothes. A huge lump settled in my throat and my brows creased as I tried to make out the images in the photo. “I wished Ethan never got married to you, you cheater! First, you pushed Jasmine down the stairs out of jealousy. You acted all innocent, but it turns out you're not only toxic but also a two-timing asshole and a bloody cheater!!” Jade's accusations stung harder than any insults I've ever had. Tears gathered in my eyes as my gaze drifted towards Ethan, hoping he'd still have an iota of trust in me, hoping he'd believe that these weren't true. But no. His face darkened, his jaw clenched, not a single emotion could be read on his face, it was as if he had erected a wall between us. Everything was all like a dream to me. I'm being framed. I'm being accused wrongly. I never pushed Jasmine. I've never cheated on Ethan. I've always loved him despite our marriage being arranged by his father. Even when his mom disapproved of me, and his sister rained insults at me at every slightest opportunity, I remained by his side, and he'd assure me that we would face it all together, that their opinions wouldn't come between us. “I never pushed Jasmine down the stairs. She fell out of her own accord just to frame me and make me a bad person! Why can't you all believe me?!” I croaked out once more as bile rose up my throat, my heart shattering into more pieces. “Oh please, nothing good comes out of a liar. I’m sure you’ll claim someone framed you for your infidelity.” Jade fired, her callous words clawing at my heart and they echoed in my ears like a haunting melody that refused to be silenced.. The accusations keep piling one after the other, and the worst of it is that I'm innocent. Let's not even talk about Ethan, who isn't ready to give me the benefit of the doubt, everyone seems to think worse of me. “Ethan—” I called out, my lips trembling with my eyes filled with pleas. “Ethan, I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. I didn't cheat on you. These photos are fake. I'm sure someone is trying to—-” “---Sign it. I'm not ready to listen to any words you have to say!” He bawled as he cut me off mid-sentence, handing me a pen. “Ethan, please, you can't do this to m—-” “Enough, Scarlett! Don't waste my time and sign those damn papers!” He yelled once more, his voice laced with irritation as it raised several octaves higher. My throat constricted, my chest tightening as his intense gaze seared into my skin like a firebrand. With trembling hands, I reached for the pen and stared at the familiar handwriting at the bottom page, which was unmistakably his signature.. Tears blurred my vision as sadness engulfed me. I have never received appreciation. This outcome was unexpected, despite my love for him. I guess it's time to let go. I have my twins with me. They're all I'll ever need. My heart broke with every stroke of the signature and not long after I had signed, jade approached one of my twins–my son. My eyes went wide as I stuttered, “Wh- what are you doing?” She smirked while Ethan's next words dropped like a bombshell. “Don't you have any clue? There are clauses in what you signed, Scarlett. As part of the agreement, I have parental rights for our son and not you!” “What?!” I gasped, chills running down my spine with my pulse spiking with panic. “You can't take my son away from me, Ethan! No- no! You can't do this to me!” those words scraped out of my mouth, raw with emotions. The dam holding back my tears finally broke as I stretched out a desperate hand, yearning to reach for my son, but in a cruel twist, Jade retreated, leaving me grasping for air and shattered by the sudden loss of connection. “Ethan. I'm his mother, for God's sake! You can't take my son away from me!!!” “I need an heir! You can keep the daughter. She's of no use to me. You can raise her like the whore you are!” His words sliced through my heart, leaving an endless scar that would forever remind me of the cruel thing he said. “She's your daughter, Ethan!! Why would you say that about her?” I clenched my jaw as I yelled, shoving down the sob clawing its way up my throat. He didn't respond. Instead, he turned to leave, the weight of his actions leaving me suffocated. “Ethan! Ethan! “I called, my shoulders trembling as more tears streamed down my cheeks. My ragged breath broke the solitude as the weight of betrayal shattered me completely. What have I ever done to deserve this?Author's POV ~Scarlett moved closer, her eyes fixed on Jasmine who was heading out of the lobby. With quick, stealthy steps, she stepped out of the lobby and raised her head slightly, trying to listen in on Jasmine's conversation with her caller. Scarlett watched closely as Jasmine peered around, trying to see if she was being watched. A gasp escaped Scarlet's lips as she hid at a corner, her back coming in contact with the wall. She placed her hands on her chest, her breathing heavier than before. Jasmine was close to seeing her. Only God knows what would have happened if she had locked eyes with her. It wouldn't be good because Jasmine would suspect she was spying on her, and she might cause a scene. Luckily, that didn't happen and Scarlett could still continue with her plan to gather information without being detected. Her grip on her phone tightened. She moved out of her hiding spot and neared closer, her eyes fixed on Jasmine who had now gotten into her car. Scarlet's phone b
Scarlett’s POV ~It felt like I'd been punched to the gut. Even after Jasmine had left, the sight of Charlotte’s name on her phone screen still unsettled me. My eyes went wide a little as I tried to wrap my head around it. I felt surprised, uneasy and curious. Are they friends? I know they are acquainted but they've never had anything to do with each other. Besides, Jasmine hated Charlotte and acted rudely towards her the first day she saw her. Could they have been friends? Or …My thoughts came to a halt when I heard voices. Jasmine stood beside Ethan, and I watched as they both discussed one or two things, probably about Eric's surgery.Jasmine's teeth showed through her warm smile. Ethan's expression softened,as he listened to the words she was saying. I could tell she was comforting him because they were discussing Eric's surgery. I watched as she leaned against Ethan, her hand resting against his arms. Her presence was a comfort to Ethan, his attention on her was undivided. She
Scarlett’s POV~I nodded, eyes flashing with understanding. My gaze drifted towards Eric who was now dressed in a blue hospital gown. His warm smile melted my heart, melting my worries and troubles. Jasmine sniffed, wiping a tear from her eyes, a faux concern on her face. She knelt beside Eric and whispered to him, “You'll be fine, Eric. Trust me.”Eric nodded, feeling satisfied. His smile deepened as her words brought relief to his face. I stood there, my eyes sparkling with desire and concern as they burned with unshed tears. My heart was heavy with emotions as I watched smile with confidence. My fingers were itchy— itchy to grab him and hug him. My lips trembled, eager to form words of reassurance but I felt something break in me as he spun around to leave without sparing me a glance. The nurse gave him a wheelchair and he sat on it before waving at Ethan. As they wheeled him into the ward, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. The pain of being a stranger to my own ch
Scarlett’s POV~My steps came to a halt. Hilary's words echoed in my ears, leaving me speechless. My eyes narrowed slightly as I sensed a challenge in her words. I swallowed hard, wondering what Dylan's response would be. I spun around to face him, and I could sense his unease, his expression twisted into uncertainty.When his eyes locked with mine, he forced a smile and placed his hands around my shoulder. And then, he turned to Hilary and admitted, “That’s urm, true, Hilary. You're correct.” Hilary’s eyes went wide, her expression shifting from shock to confusion. “How. How is that possible? Wait a minute. You're dating Ethan's ex-wife and he has no problem with it?”Dylan slid his fingers into his hair, his unease growing. He explained further after exhaling, “Well, I'm not bothered about her past or who she's been with. Scarlett and I are a perfect match and we've been spending some time together.”“I see,” Hilary nodded, but her voice laced with surprise, her expression unreadab
Scarlet's POV ~I watched in silence as Dylan took in the sight of Hilary who was dressed in a nice white blouse and firm dark jeans that highlighted her toned legs. Her vibrant red hair was styled in loose waves and she had a red lipstick and scarf to complement it. Dylan's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and familiarity as he assessed her from head to toe, his mouth too heavy to speak. At that moment, I studied his reaction, trying to see if he was still actually, genuinely in love with her.I felt betrayed because he's never mentioned anything about her. Ethan had once told me about her when we were together but I had no clue what she looked like then. Alaric shared more light about Ethan and Dylan's past to me and he mentioned who Hilary was and shared what she looked like to me. The only person who never said anything to me about her was Dylan. I fiddled with my fingers, swallowing past the huge lump in my throat as I watched both ex stare at each other with a hint of reco
Scarlett’s POV ~>My eyes remained locked on Ethan, a flash of rage and determination in them. Dylan's voice echoed through the phone, but I barely registered his words. My entire focus on Ethan and I couldn't see beyond the cloud of rage in my eyes, my stomach bubbling with frustration as his words echoed in my mind. He claimed that my attempt to reunite with my son was a means for me to steal him away. What made me even more enraged was him claiming that I would use my celebrity status to manipulate the system. Well, maybe he was right after all. I mean, he just made me remember who I was.My lips twitched, a smug smile on my face Is that all he could think about? What an ungrateful, selfish jerk.Dylan’s voice came again, snatching me out of my thoughts. “Hello, Scarlett. Where are you? I've been searching everywhere for you, but I can't —”“--- I'm at the… urm,” I cut in, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the part of the hospital we were in. Taking a deep breath, I clutched my phon
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