LOGINI’m Tessa Dean, the true heiress of the wealthiest family in United States! This time around, I’m gonna make both of you pieces of shit pay the price! On my wedding anniversary, I walked into my home carrying groceries and hope. Minutes later, a photograph destroyed my marriage. “You’ll seduce my brother whenever I’m away on business, right?” Curtis spat, his fingers tightening around my throat. “You’re such a whore!” I was pregnant. I was trembling. And I was innocent. But in the Deveraux family, truth means nothing—status means everything. Lauren, the woman who was meant to marry my husband, stepped forward with that calm, polished smile. “I’ll give you one day to divorce Curtis and leave Deveraux Manor.” Before I could defend myself, I was pushed. I hit the table. Blood spread across the tiles. At the hospital, I begged, “Please save my child.” My baby died. At the cemetery, Curtis looked at me with hatred in his eyes. “Who’s the father of this bastard?” When he poured my son’s ashes over my kneeling body, something inside me broke. But not completely. I’ll return and make them pieces of shit crawl on their knees and beg for mercy!
View MoreCURTIS’ POV“Look at what that bitch did!” Rosa barked, slapping the sheet of paper against the glass center table so hard that the sound echoed across the sitting room.I had been seating right beside her, buried in deep, sad thoughts. But the sharp crack of paper against glass pulled me back. I turned slowly.She held the document in her hand like it was a weapon. The veins on her neck were standing out. Her lips trembled from rage. “It just came in this morning,” she continued, breathing heavily. “After everything we did for her. After everything you did for her.”I stretched out my hand without saying a word.She placed the paper in my palm.The paternity test result.For a moment, I didn’t look at it. My fingers felt stiff, like they didn’t belong to me. My eyes burned from nights without sleep, from grief I had not even processed. I swallowed and forced myself to look down.The words swam at first.Probability of paternity: 0%.I blinked.Read it again.0%.My jaw tightened.
I stared at Curtis like I was looking at a stranger.The man standing before me was not the same man who once held my hands and promised to protect me from the world. His face was calm, almost indifferent, as he bent slightly toward me.“Tessa, you crashed into the coffee table yourself and had a miscarriage,” he said, his voice steady, like he was explaining something simple to a child. “What right do you have to blame Lauren?”For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.I searched his eyes, hoping to find even a small trace of doubt. A flicker of uncertainty. Anything that showed he was confused and not fully convinced.There was nothing.Only coldness.“She pushed me towards the coffee table,” I said again, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest was shaking. My throat still felt dry from crying. “Curtis, she pushed me.”I looked up at him desperately. “Why won’t you believe me? Why did you believe her?”My gaze shifted to Lauren.She stood slightly behind him, looking comp
I remember the ceiling lights flashing above me.White. Bright. Blinding.Everything smelled of antiseptic and fear. My body felt heavy, like I was sinking into something deep and dark. Voices floated around me, urgent and overlapping, but they sounded far away, as though I was hearing them from underwater.I was being wheeled into the hospital.The stretcher moved quickly, the wheels making a sharp, hurried sound against the smooth floor. Someone held an IV bag above me. Someone else called out numbers I couldn't understand. My fingers felt cold. My stomach was on fire. The pain had changed somewhere between the floor of that house and here. It was no longer just sharp, it was deep, tearing, frightening. The kind of pain that tells you something irreversible is happening."Doctor…" I called weakly. My voice barely came out.I lifted my hand slowly, struggling to keep it raised. My fingers brushed against the doctor's coat as she moved beside the stretcher, and I forced myself to
“Tessa.”The voice came from the entrance just after Rosa stormed out.I was still on the floor, my back throbbing, my throat burning from where Curtis had gripped me. I turned slowly, blinking through tears.Lauren Dean was standing there.She walked in like she owned the house. Like she had every right to be there. Her heels clicked confidently against the tiles, her chin slightly raised, her lips curved in a small, mocking smile. Her hands were folded across her chest, calm and composed, as if she had just stepped into a friendly gathering.“You’ve taken explicit photos with others,” she said, tilting her head. “Why are you still here?”Her voice dripped with sarcasm.I swallowed, struggling to sit up properly. My waist felt like it had been crushed. I used my palm to support myself against the floor.“Lauren… what are you doing here?” I asked.Even as I spoke, memories flashed through my mind.Three years ago, before Curtis and I got married, before this house became my home, Ros


















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