Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

Chapter 5

Word Count: 729 | Released on: Today at 11:34

gray. Eleanor sat on a plush leather sofa, her sunglasses and a disposable face mask hidin

Adams, a kind-faced woman in her fifties, w

her voice gentle. "You're about six weeks

re the doctor handed her. It was just a blurry shape,

fierce instinct took over. Her hand moved to

Dr. Adams asked, noticing the tension in h

. She stood up, her voice dropping to a strained whisper

photo and tucked it into the deepe

elevators. Her mind was a chaotic storm of fear and confusion. A baby. How

he heard hurried footsteps approac

look

enses of her sungl

at billowing behind him. He was staring down a

er first impulse was to duck int

n caught her movement. He stopped, his he

d his phone into his pocket and walked toward her, h

er, looking down at her masked, d

re?" he asked, his voi

to inside suddenly feeling like a burning coal. "A che

f the building. She knew he'd seen the handful of paparazzi lurking outside. His mind, alwa

lly tight, and pulled her against the

ous whisper. "You found out Seraphina was bein

ation that she couldn't speak. She j

ying to pull her arm free. "I had n

he hematology department is on the fifth floor. Y

urns into a media circus, I will make sure you walk away fro

oman, hit her with the force of a physical blow. The ultr

ling. She stopped

s, hidden behind the sunglass

lent twist, she wr

he said, the words dr

backward glance, pressing the button for the ground floor.

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

fsgsgsg Romance

“On the night of our third anniversary, I prepared a lavish candlelit dinner, waiting for my husband, Julian, to come home. But when he finally walked through the door, he didn't even look at the table. He just coldly ordered me to go to the hospital to donate blood for Seraphina, the woman he had always kept close. When I refused, he left me alone in the storm and spent the night guarding her. The next day, he accused me of leaking her hospital location to the paparazzi. To "protect" her, he brazenly moved Seraphina into our marital estate. When I packed my bags to leave, Seraphina intentionally faked a fall in the hallway. Julian didn't hesitate. He violently shoved me out of the way to catch her. My lower back slammed hard against the solid wood doorframe. I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach, while he glared at me with murderous rage. "If you say one word to my family about her, I will destroy the orphanage you grew up in." I looked at the man I had loved with a desperate passion for three years, cradling a manipulative liar in his arms. My heart turned entirely to ash. He didn't know that my hands were trembling not from fear, but from the terror of losing what was inside me. I had just found out I was six weeks pregnant with his child. I slowly stood up, hiding the ultrasound photo deep in my bag. This time, I didn't argue or cry. I just drove away from the estate, silently vowing that I would disappear and he would never see this child.”