The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir

Chapter 6

Word Count: 687 | Released on: 13/07/2026

Seraphina sat in the back, The address the investigator

every right to be there. "Seraphina Sinclair," she announced, her voice cool

on the approved visitor list. He hesitated only a momen

r key card to g

ging on a sofa, sipping tea. When she saw Seraph

ere?" Isabelle's face was

toshopped picture of Isabelle and Julian smiling together. "He's certainly spared no expense for you," she

n and I are in love. This is what he wants to give me. Unlike some peo

gance. "Julian was just here. He told me to stay away fr

"He said he would handle you. That I shou

ur boyfriend, lawyer, and therapist

reality, Seraphina. You were just a mistake. A placeholder he had to m

urned with the blow. She touched her cheek where Isabelle's nails had sc

she said, f

ot out, caught Isabell

of me!" Isab

ved Isabelle against the wall an

eraphina said, almost apologetical

her again.

t the wall, sobbing, he

t, the apartment do

he room in a single glance-Isabelle, a weeping mess agai

word, and came to stand in front of Seraphina. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away

an's arms, her sobs escalating. "Julian,

her back, but his eyes-cold, f

?" he bit out, his v

damsel and her white knight. The irony was suf

ed her. "Yes. I've had enoug

his hand shot out again,

going

he was dragging Seraphina out of the apartment, through the lobby, past

the Fifth Avenue p

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The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir

Jenn Curlin Romance

“Seraphina's plan was simple and clinical: get pregnant with her absent billionaire husband's superior DNA, then finalize the divorce for a clean break. But after six months of a cold, empty marriage, Julian Sinclair suddenly returned. He didn't come back to sign the papers-he brought his pregnant mistress, Isabelle, with him. In a high-end boutique, Isabelle staged a dramatic fall, faking a miscarriage and pointing a trembling finger at Seraphina. "She pushed me, Julian! She tried to kill our baby!" Julian publicly sided with his mistress, looking at his wife with cold disgust before carrying Isabelle to the hospital. Yet, when Seraphina later offered to walk away and leave him to his freedom, his eyes turned into chips of ice. "Sinclairs don't get divorced," he whispered, caging her against the bedroom wall. "They become widowers." Seraphina was left trembling in pure terror and confusion. He clearly loved Isabelle and punished Seraphina like a disposable pawn, so why trap her in this loveless nightmare? Why hold onto her with such violent, suffocating possessiveness when he already had what he wanted? Pushed to the brink of despair, she got blackout drunk at a local lounge, loudly declaring she was going to steal his DNA and run. But before she could escape into the night with the help of another man, the heavy steel doors blew open. Julian stood there, a furious monster stepping out of the shadows to violently reclaim his wife, proving that her fight for freedom had only just ignited his darkest obsession.”