The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir

Chapter 8

Word Count: 764 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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at. She frowned, but still held on. "Do you know what's the worst thing? He only

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. I said I wanted a kid. I said I wanted his ge

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her voice cracked. The anger tipped into something else-a broke

ther jacket and draped it over her trembling shoulders, his eyes filled wit

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every possible way. He gave her his

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"aggression." And her response was to immed

urged toward him like a tid

ring. He didn't wait for an answer. He rushes out of the

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an excited smile on his face. T

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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.”