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Declan, you sickened me. Now, I’ll sicken you.
I found someone to make a thousand copies of the photos Seraphina had sent me.
1 plastered them all over his company’s entrance.
Gradually, his reputation as the city’s perfect husband came into question.
He became the subject of whispered gossip during coffee breaks.
Even his subordinates would often stare at him, then cover their mouths to stifle snickers.
“No wonder Mrs. Thorne hasn’t been to the company in so long.”
“If I were Mrs. Thorne, I’d have left ages ago. Her husband and his mistress making headlines? Ugh!”
“I heard that mistress even attended their adoption party as a nanny a while back!”
“What? The mistress was right under her nose? That’s just tragic…”
Declan, furious, swept all the files off his desk.
“Are you all that idle?!”
The employees scattered awkwardly.
Declan called me from a new number.
“Aria Maxwell, we’ve known each other for over thirty years! What happened with Seraphina was just an accident!”
“Do you really need to do this to me?”
My voice was ice cold.
“Of course, I do.”
“You falsely accused me of auctioning off your disgusting little secrets, letting me get beaten so badly. If I didn’t do something, wouldn’t I have suffered for nothing?”
Declan was livid, practically bouncing with rage, cursing relentlessly.
“And another secret for you: your precious nanny sent me all those photos.”
“How could that be? Where are you? Let’s talk face to face.”
I scoffed.
“Talk face to face? You’ll never talk to me again, not in this lifetime.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Oh, and I’ve prepared a little gift for you.”
I decisively hung up.
A few days later, Declan received the divorce certificate and my miscarriage medical report that I’d mailed to him.
Declan collapsed to his knees, utterly broken.
His hands trembled so violently, he could barely hold the papers.
9:51 AM
He had thought I was just throwing a tantrum by not coming home, forbidding any of his subordinates from looking for me.
It wasn’t until he saw the stark reality of the divorce papers, the red so blindingly painful, that he truly panicked.
Frantically, he pulled out his phone to call me, but all he heard was the cold, automated voice.
He snatched his bodyguard’s phone and called again.
“Aria, I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”
“I didn’t mean to treat you like that…”
I let out a harsh laugh, as if I’d heard the most ridiculous joke.
“When was crying
scr it, did you believe me?”
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His face flushed, his
A state then.
swelled
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