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Nine months pregnant, Dashiell took me to a charity gala. Midway through, someone drugged me, causing premature labor.
He frantically rushed me to the hospital, shouting "Save the mother! Save the mother!" and called in over a dozen specialists for a consultation.
When I woke up, I found myself alone in the hospital room.
Fighting through the pain, I got up to search for Dashiell, but overheard his conversation with the doctor at the stairwell.
"Mr. Carlisle, why did you kill your own son? He still had a pulse."
"Only with his death can my child with Vivienne rightfully inherit my fortune."
"Vivienne just gave birth to my bouncing baby boy a few days ago. My mother is overjoyed. As for Seraphina, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her."
I covered my mouth, weeping bitterly.
So, the happy life I envisioned was just a fantasy.
I'll let Dashiell and Vivienne have their way then.

The husband gave me an abortifacient drug

Dashiell ransacked the entire study, but couldn't find a single wedding photo.


Just then, a housekeeper came up to clean, and he grabbed her clothes, demanding loudly, "Mrs. Langdon, what's going on here? Why are there no photos of me and my wife anymore?"


Mrs. Langdon was completely bewildered: "Mr. Carlisle, don't you remember? Wasn't it you who told Vivienne to notify us to throw away all those photos?"


Mrs. Langdon's words shocked him, but the next sentence shattered his mental defenses: "Oh, and when Mrs. Frost left a few days ago, she took quite a few photos with her, but I saw them all in the trash can......"


Dashiell collapsed to the floor, cradling his head in his hands as he wept. What had he done?


Seraphina had been utterly devoted to him, yet he had betrayed her and even driven her out of Carlisle Manor.


Their once solemn vows had now turned to bubbles.


Dashiell mumbled, "How did it come to this? How did Seraphina and I end up like this?"


Chapter 7