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Too Late, Mr. Potts: You Lost Us Forever

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1041 | Released on: 30/10/2026

lia

ace down in my palm,

king about some

had just forced to get an abortion couldn't cause any waves anyway.

at the small desk in the

eed to purchase the Manhattan penthouse for thirty-four mi

ceed with the

later, Jac

was sharp and pragmatic. "You're dealing with Brendan Potts. If he finds out you lied

the divorce papers are signed and the money h

will

orporate influen

ne, followed by a low whist

with. I'll expedite the buyer's earnest money deposit

won

to the Caribbean with his secretary. She fought tooth and nail for three years to establish herself in commercial real estat

tler, Harris, knocked on the gue

rmal dinner for eight tonight. He said Miss Aurora Nels

my desk, my face compl

s. I'll go check t

helped the staff organize t

ivory silk gown, adorned with understated diamond jewelry. Brendan personally walked to the elevator to take her cashmer

"Thank you so much for hosting us on such short notice. Brendan told

ight reserve for a distant, poor relative or an accommodating housekeeper. Bren

at all," I replied smoothly. "Dinner is serve

ra sat directly to his right, and Jaxon was placed in a booster seat between them. The other four guests were all prominent f

ed pieces and considerately handed Aurora a linen napkin before she even

t dealer in her fifties, glanc

ouched your wine or your sal

ixed on Jaxon's plate. He offered no explanation

week," I offered a polite, faint smile. "Please,

ting me at the end of the table-it didn't matt

and handed Jaxon a small plush bear. Jaxon climbe

" the little boy c

ving room fel

eyes tender and shimmering with tears. Brendan looked down at the two

ed on the commercial faucet, and rinsed a glass three times

k to me and said, "Let's finalize the divorce paperwork next week. Aurora is moving

odd

Jackie: Buyer signed. Funds hi

odbye to Aurora, but he glanced back at me,

screen and gav

Brendan walked back, pausin

en very qu

t a bad

something, before finally dropping a sentence: "Keep it

allway, I almost

his. By the time the money hit my account,

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“As a kept woman-a trophy wife-I had reached the height every woman supposedly desired: married to a billionaire and pregnant with his child. That was until his first love returned. My husband brought her child home and ordered me to get an abortion the next morning. "A newborn will take your attention away and ruin Jaxon's adjustment," he said in a businesslike tone, casually handing me a twenty-million-dollar compensation agreement and the deed to a Manhattan penthouse. He expected me to quietly dispose of my own flesh and blood. I glanced down at the appointment slip, then looked up and said, "Okay." He froze, waiting for me to cry, to beg. I refused. The day I married into the Potts family, I understood the rule: a trophy wife only cares about money, not love. He makes an offer, I comply. Tears aren't in the contract. Soon after, he paraded his first love around our home, playing the flawless family man while treating me like a disposable ghost. He truly believed I was just a spineless, decorative wife who would willingly butcher her own child to satisfy his twisted savior complex. I watched him reserve all his tenderness for that mother and son, not even bothering to pretend anymore. I didn't want to stay in this house for another second. I handed him a forged abortion record, took the money, signed the divorce papers, and flew to Boston to attend Harvard Law School and gave birth to my daughter there alone. He thought he was dealing with a nuisance, completely unaware that from the abortion slip to the divorce agreement, every single step was a trap I had set for him.”