All Chapters of Rewriting the Tragic Script: The Uncle is my True Lead: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Two weeks later…Kimberly stood in front of the master bathroom mirror, staring wide-eyed down at the narrow plastic test strip resting in her palm.“Whoa...” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slowly. “Two lines. Positive. I’m actually pregnant.”She lifted her eyes to her reflection, searching her own face. There was no shock or panic in her gaze, just a dawning, undeniable reality.Then she let out a soft sigh, a smile breaking across her lips.‘Why wouldn’t I be pregnant?’ she thought, biting her lower lip as her face flushed. ‘With the way we’ve been going at it nonstop?’Heat rushed up her neck and cheeks as vivid memories immediately flashed through her mind. She had completely lost count of how many times he had filled her, leaving her breathless and spent in his arms.She covered her burning face with both hands, grinning like an idiot behind her palms.‘God, my hubby is so good. So thick, so deep... how could I stop?’She turned around, leaning her back against

Inside the sanatorium, Finnick and Jonas walked along the polished corridors, led by a pair of nurses toward the private garden where the old patriarch was staying.They found him sitting alone in a quiet, sunlit corner, deeply focused on a solo game of chess, looking relaxed and free-spirited.“Dad,” Finnick called out, stepping onto the stone patio. “Enjoying some leisure time, I see.”The old man looked up from the chessboard, his eyes widening in sudden shock. “Finnick?!”Finnick took off his dark trench coat, draped it over the side of a garden chair, and sat down opposite his father, leaning back comfortably as he observed him.The patriarch cleared his throat, turning his attention back to his chess pieces. “You’ve been back in the country for weeks, and you only just now come to visit your old man?”Finnick looked off toward the manicured lawn. “I’m a busy man, Dad. Since returning, I’ve had to resolve countless inconsistencies and sheer incompetence within the company. I have

“Theo! I want to see Theo!” Vivian shrieked, her voice echoing frantically as she clung to the metal railing of the third-floor balcony, tears streaming down her face.The balcony door burst open, and Theo stormed through, freezing dead in his tracks the second he saw her dangerously close to the edge. “Vivian!” he yelled, his hands instinctively stretching out toward her.“Theo!” she sobbed, leaning her body back even further over the drop.A moment later, Charles stepped out onto the balcony, dragging a struggling Kimberly in front of him by her arms. “Vivian, don’t do anything stupid!” Charles yelled, putting on a show of desperate panic. “Look! I brought Theo here just like you wanted!”Theo nodded frantically, his eyes wild with terror. “Yes! Get away from the ledge, Vivian! It’s dangerous!” He took a quick step forward.“STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” Vivian screamed at him, her hands protectively clutching her visibly rounded stomach. “If you take one more step toward me, I swear I’ll

As the wind rushed past her ears in her terrifying freefall, Kimberly squeezed her eyes shut and braced for impact, only for a pair of iron-strong arms to suddenly wrap around her waist, forcefully pivoting her body mid-air to cushion her fall before…BANG!A deafening crash echoed through the alley, immediately followed by the blaring shrieks of a car alarm.Up on the third-floor balcony, Theo, Charles, and Vivian scrambled to the railing and peered over the edge.Their eyes widened in complete disbelief, and Theo pointed a trembling, terrified finger at the figure lying flat on the crushed roof of a sedan with Kimberly safely cradled on top of him. “Isn’t that... my uncle?!”Charles’s face turned violently red with fury. “Damn it! Let’s move, right now!”Down below, Kimberly opened her eyes slowly, her heart thrashing wildly against her ribs.‘I’m alive...?’ She felt no pain whatsoever, just a little dizziness.Lifting her head in bewilderment, she realized she was resting entirely

“What are you talking about?!” Charles asked, his voice laced with bewildered frustration. “You are my father’s biological daughter, not Vivian. My father confirmed it himself!”The room fell dead silent. Curiosity piqued across every face present, Finn included, their eyes glued to Kimberly as the tension stretched thin.Kimberly drank in the sea of curious, horrified faces, a small, cold smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at their innocence.“Alright then. Since you’re all so desperate for the truth, I’ll indulge you,” Kimberly said, her tone entirely devoid of mercy. “There’s a reason I call the Hollands biological failures, and every single piece of this nightmare was part of your father’s master plan, Charles. Tell me, have you ever stopped to wonder why your father treated me like trash behind closed doors while pretending to the world that I was his precious legitimate daughter?”Charles lowered his gaze, the gears turning fran