The Substitute Wife's Secret Baby Escape

Chapter 6

Word Count: 715 | Released on: 10/06/2026

uld play the part of the dutiful wife. She would rest, get her strength back, and find a way to access enough money to disappear. She would take Leo, and she would take this un

ionists and a private chef had taken over the kitchen. Her days became a relentless parade of restorative meals. T

my chicken soup so rich the smell alone made he

ld Damien, pushing the t

ated, his tone leaving no room for debate. H

ed out onto the balcony to take the call, she bolted. She ran to the bathroom, knelt before the toilet, and wretched up the soup

wl on the tray, and a flicker of something like satisfaction crossed his face. He cam

better?"

be actively trying to make her sick again. In a strange, counterintuitive move, she leaned into him, resting her head

r, pulling her closer. "See?" he murmured, his voice a low rumbl

closed her eyes and let the exhaustion claim

h a bowl of soup. Halle stared at it, h

ing that looked almost like concern. "You look te

clan. It was the one night a year the entire viper's nest gathered in one place. She had been dreading it, but now, it

she said, her voic

n drink the soup." It w

the bowl. It was a mistake. Her stomach revolted instantly. A violent gag reflex sent her

When she came back out, wiping her mouth with a towel, Damien

she said weakly. "My sto

ed out his phone, his thumb already moving to

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Liz Nozick Romance

“I endured a year of a cold, loveless marriage with billionaire Damien Edwards, thinking my devotion could eventually melt his frozen heart. Until I found a worn photograph hidden in his forbidden study. The girl in the picture had my exact hair and my smile. On the back, in his handwriting, it read: My Elara. I wasn't his beloved wife; I was just a cheap, identical replica. I immediately handed him divorce papers, refusing to be a substitute anymore. But Damien simply threw the documents into the roaring fireplace. He grabbed my wrist with a bone-crushing grip, his eyes dark with a terrifying, merciless obsession. "As long as I'm alive, you will always be Mrs. Edwards." His control became absolute and suffocating. He punished my defiance by dragging me into a freezing shower to break my spirit, yet when a wealthy heiress insulted my disabled brother at a gala, he ruthlessly bankrupted her entire family with a single phone call. He was a monster who refused to let me go, but wouldn't love me either. The emotional whiplash caused me to collapse. I woke up in the hospital to a horrifying truth: I was six weeks pregnant. A child would be the ultimate chain, binding me to this volatile tyrant forever. I had to keep it a secret. I had to escape. But that night, his jealous sister cornered me on the terrace and shoved me backward into the dark infinity pool. As the icy water swallowed me and my heavy gown dragged me to the bottom, I clutched my stomach with one desperate vow. If my baby and I survive this, Damien Edwards will never find us again.”