The True Heiress, His Worst Nightmare의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

"You'll seduce my brother whenever I'm away on business, right?" he spat, his face close to mine, his eyes burning with something I had never seen in them before. Not in three years of marriage. "You're such a whore!"_______________________I was almost due.That was the first thing on my mind as I dragged myself back from the market that afternoon. My legs were swollen, my back felt like it would snap in two, and every step came with a dull ache that travelled from my waist down to my ankles. Today was our wedding anniversary.I adjusted the bags in my hands and climbed the short steps into the house slowly, breathing carefully, the way the doctor had instructed me to during the last trimester. One hand found the railing. One step at a time."My child," I whispered, pausing midway to rest. "Today is Mommy and Daddy's wedding anniversary."The baby shifted inside me, a slow, rolling movement that made me catch my breath. I smiled despite the discomfort, despite the heat clinging

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

CURTIS’ 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.