บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed on Our Anniversary: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

At dawn, Pierce Voss finally came home.He set a check on the dining table, an obscene amount of money, the kind meant to silence people.He hesitated before speaking.“Serena… What happened between Lena and me was an accident. I’ll handle it.”He pushed the check toward me.“Take this. Travel for a while. Clear your head.”My voice was steady. “And how exactly are you planning to ‘handle’ it?”His expression darkened.“She’s carrying my child. I’ll stay with her… until the end.”I asked quietly, “So you intend to let her keep the baby?”Pierce paused for a long moment.“The child is innocent.”His jaw tightened. “Don’t make this harder for me.”Harder for him?A laugh broke from me, sharp, cracked, painful. I laughed until tears blurred my vision.Pierce looked at me for a long second, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.Then he picked up his briefcase and walked out without another word.Days later, every newspaper, magazine, and trending page online was filled with their na

The hospital room door burst open just then.A middle-aged doctor rushed inside, breathless.“Mr. Voss! Mr. Voss!”Pierce turned sharply, his face still twisted with rage and panic.The doctor swallowed hard before speaking.“We’ve reviewed all the test results. Miss Young had clear signs of threatened miscarriage long before today. Her emotional agitation triggered the bleeding. And also…”He hesitated, glancing cautiously at Pierce.“And also, according to the blood analysis, Miss Young had been taking extremely high doses of progesterone before the incident. If misused, that medication can cause a miscarriage. And…”Another pause. His voice dropped.“And she does not have cancer. The medical report she showed earlier… it’s fake.”Pierce’s face drained of blood.He staggered backward like someone had kicked the ground out from under him.“What did you just say?” His voice cracked.“Say that again.”The doctor flinched, terrified.“Miss Young’s miscarriage was self-induced. We found l

He jabbed a trembling finger in my direction, his eyes wild with pain and something close to madness.“I gave you ten years!” Pierce’s voice cracked.“Ten years of everything I had, and I couldn’t even get one honest word from you! And now, now some stray man off the street can walk into my wife’s hospital room?”“She is not your possession, Mr. Voss.”Evan’s voice remained calm, unshaken. “She is her own person. She has a past you do not own, and she has every right to choose her future.”“Her future?”Pierce laughed, a sharp, humorless sound.As if the very idea was an insult.His gaze snapped to me, dark and feverish.“Serena Hale, let me make this very clear, without my permission, you’re not going anywhere. As long as I live, you belong to me, alive or dead.”Evan only shook his head gently.He didn’t argue with madmen.Instead, he turned to me.From inside his sleeve, he pulled out a small, old talisman, worn at the edges, the faded thread soft from years of being carried.He pl

A few days later, I was transferred to a quieter private rehabilitation center. The environment was serene, almost entirely free of distractions. Pierce installed me in the finest suite, overlooking meticulously landscaped gardens.He attempted to transform this place into another gilded cage: flowers, medicinal tonics, and expensive works of art were sent in endless streams, filling the room. He even abandoned all work obligations, and let other people take over the mafia, stationed himself in the living room outside day and night, like the most loyal of sentinels.Yet every time he tried to approach me, I pushed him away in silence.“Serena, the weather’s lovely today. Shall I take you out for a walk?” he asked carefully, holding a warm herbal meal.I stared out the window, my gaze distant and unfocused, as though I had not heard him.“The restaurant you loved the most… I had the chef come and prepare it just for you,” he tried again.I closed my eyes, fingers lightly tracing the tur