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Chapter 8 A Fractured Home
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"Elara, what the hell is going on?" Cyran was stunned."I told you before—you're not the father. You can't have children. There's no way this child could be yours."My voice was calm, almost detached, as if I were stating a simple fact.Cyran was unraveling before my eyes. He clutched his hair, his breaths coming in ragged gasps."How… How could this be? This can't not be my child! Elara… you cheated? You're having an affair too?"He suddenly shouted, his face twisted in anguish, looking at me as if I'd shattered his entire world.I gave him a cold, hard glance. "Do you really think I'm as shameless as you?"I picked up my phone, opened a file, and sent it to him."When I said you couldn't have children, it wasn't because of your accident at the stables. It's because you've never been able to."It was a premarital medical report. It clearly stated that Cyran had azoospermia—he was infertile.I had known this all along. But back then, I loved him, and I didn't care. I even hid
The Wild Freedom I Choose Chapter 9 A Child Without a Father
The next day, I was preparing to head to the hospital for the delivery, just as planned.Cyran, after some back-and-forth, decided to bring every single baby item he owned.I was waiting at the front door when a figure suddenly lunged out from behind a tree.It was Celia—already unhinged, her eyes wild."Elara, you witch! You've ruined my entire life! Look at what you've done to me! Why do you get everything handed to you? You stole Cyran from me twice, and I swear I'll make you pay!"Before I could react, she charged at me. With my swollen belly, I could barely move.Celia's hands shot toward my neck, her grip ready to crush.Cyran arrived just in time. He snatched the golf club leaning against the doorway and swung it down hard onto Celia's head.She limped on one leg and took another hit.Her body pitched sideways and tumbled down the steps, her skull smashing against a marble pillar.Dark, crimson blood spread across the stone as her eyes stared blankly, refusing to close
The Wild Freedom I Choose Chapter 8 A Fractured Home
While Cyran was in the hospital, I got all the divorce paperwork in order.The moment he returned home, I tossed the agreement onto the table in front of him. "Sign it. We split the assets and part ways cleanly. We were once married, so there's no need to make it ugly."I sat across from him, calm and measured, laying out my terms.When Cyran looked up at me, his expression was hollow, almost mournful."Elara, I've already been punished. Are you still not satisfied? I told you I wouldn't divorce you. I told you I love you. We even have a child—can't we just go back to the way it was?"I laughed bitterly, pulling back the divorce papers and setting new terms."If you don't want a divorce, fine. But I'll terminate the pregnancy. Choose—me or the baby."I held his gaze, waiting for an answer. In his eyes, I saw not just disappointment but a deep, burning regret.After a long silence, he finally made his choice. Just as I expected, he signed the divorce papers.…On the day we fi
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When I arrived at the stables, Acorn was lying on the hay, motionless.Complications from a broken leg had led to laminitis, and three of his hooves were swollen and inflamed."The veterinarians did everything they could," one of them said quietly. "The inflammation just won't go down. At this point, the only thing we can do is spare him further suffering. Ms. Wynter, euthanasia is the kindest option for Acorn."I sank to my knees beside him, sobbing uncontrollably. Through tears and whispered apologies, I ended his life with my own hands. When Acorn's eyes closed for the last time, I finally broke.Cyran, who had followed me here, stood frozen, unsure of what to do.He reached out to steady me, but I shoved him away with all my strength."Acorn's gone! I'll never ride again! Are you satisfied now? Happy? Did you get what you wanted? Cyran, you've won—your precious child is on the way, and the horse competitions you hate? I'll never participate in them again! Are you proud?"All
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The day I was discharged, Cyran brought Celia home with him, but during her stay at the hospital, no one had properly treated her.The arrogant, untouchable woman I once knew was gone. Her face was pale, her body covered in bruises and cuts.The moment we got home, Cyran ordered the butler to drag her into the living room and force her to kneel before me."From now on, whenever Elara is home, you will kneel before her to atone for your sins," he spat through clenched teeth. Then, in an instant, he switched to a flattering, insincere smile, desperate for my forgiveness.I couldn't bear to look at that disgusting mask. I turned and went straight to my room to call the stables.They told me the news about Acorn—it wasn't good. A horse with a broken leg rarely survived.The blow hit me like a plunge into an icy abyss.Acorn had been with me for more than a decade. Not only was he a witness to my career as a rider, but he had also been my companion growing up.The race we'd planne
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When I woke up, people were crowded around my hospital bed.Cyran sat to the side, head bowed, his face streaked with tears.The moment he realized I was awake, he scrambled to my side, clutching my hand and breaking down."Elara, don't be afraid. The baby's safe—our baby is okay! I was wrong before. I'll never hurt you again. We'll raise our child together and live happily!"His voice cracked, and tears kept falling onto the back of my hand.Our child? There would never be an "us" again."Cyran, let's get a divorce. We agreed we'd part ways after the competition."Hearing me mention divorce at that moment, Cyran panicked. "I never agreed to divorce. I don't want to divorce you! I thought you didn't care about me at all, which is why I wanted to keep Celia's baby."I sighed, a bitter ache rising in my chest."If there wasn't this baby… if Celia's child were yours… would you still be kneeling here telling me you love me?""Yes! I would! Elara, I've always loved you! I know you
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