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Liam’s rage was a physical force, concentrated in his fingertips.
He squeezed Chloe’s throat, as if to break it.
Chloe’s face turned purple; she gasped for air, her hand trembling as she tried to pry his fingers loose.“Liam… I’m… pregnant with your child!”
The pain in her abdomen was agonizing, nearly making her faint.
This was her last hope.
If she safely delivered a son, the Sterling fortune would be hers and her child’s.
She was tired of struggling.
She’d grown up
a laundromat. without a father, raised by her mother who ran Once, she’d been kind; she never intended to steal another woman’s husband.
Until she met me.
I was beautiful, kind, generous, and seemingly without malice.
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I’d married Liam, becoming the wife of the city’s richest man, living a life of luxury. Every year, I showered her with expensive gifts Hermès, Chanel, everything. She was a regular office worker, earning a meager salary. My birthday gifts she gave me were always small, inexpensive trinkets.
I never minded, but she did.
She couldn’t understand why she, equally beautiful and capable, couldn’t find a man like Liam.
Gradually, the seeds of jealousy began to sprout.
She vowed to surpass me then, setting her sights on Liam.
Knowing my paralysis, she believed Liam would seek other women.
She started attending every event Liam attended, eventually finding her opportunity. That night Liam was drunk, mistakenly knocking on her door. She could have sent him back to my room, but she didn’t. She drugged him…
She got pregnant, knowing she’d secured her future.
Clinging to Liam meant a life of luxury.
Liam wanted her to have an abortion, but she went to his mother.
Knowing Liam’s mother longed for a grandchild, Chloe knew she’d keep the baby.
She did.
She gave birth to Milly.
Liam provided for her, buying her a villa and setting up a $100 million education fund for Milly.
Liam showered her with material things, giving her a life of luxury like mine. But she wasn’t satisfied.
She wanted to be Mrs. Sterling officially.
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She manipulated Liam into spending more time with her, believing I would eventually discover their affair.
Once I knew, I would force a divorce.
Knowing my personality, she assumed I couldn’t tolerate betrayal.
She’d succeeded. I had discovered their affair, and I had left.
But she never expected my drastic, ruthless actions–exposing their affair publicly.
She’d
underestimated my strength, overestimating
Nte foolishly believed that once I divorced him, he’d marry her.
But now, Liam wanted her dead.
Liam’s
love for
her.
Liam’s grip on her throat tightened. His eyes were murderous; even her pleas about the miscarriage didn’t make him relent.
He sneered.
“You should have had an abortion. It’s a bastard child. It doesn’t deserve to live. And Summer’s miscarriage. You deserve to die…”
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