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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 sadistically toyed with the woman before him, blowing a mouthful of smoke into Vivienne's face, causing her to cough uncontrollably.


"Darling, save me! I can't die! I still have a great career ahead of me! Darling, I haven't even made it into showbiz yet! You promised to get me into the entertainment industry. I'm gonna be a star!"


Zoran begged Vivienne. She looked at this man in shock, thinking they were truly in love, yet now he wanted her dead.


Vivienne steeled herself and said, "I need to survive. Dashiell, please forgive me. I was fooled by Zoran's sweet talk."


Hearing Vivienne's words, Zoran angrily kicked her off the cliff.


Zoran looked at Dashiell, pleading pathetically, "Mr. Carlisle, please spare me. Everything was this woman's idea."


Chapter 8