Chapter 2
“My darling daughter, what do you want to eat? Daddy will make it for you.”
“My sweet grandchild, are you feeling alright?”
My mother and I exchanged a look and burst out laughing. “The baby is still tiny. You don’t need to be so anxious. The doctor said as long as we have regular checkups, everything is fine. I can eat and drink normal-
ly.”
The men all breathed a collective sigh of relief, then immediately started fussing over me again.
I had never imagined what it would feel like to be so cherished. On the way home, they insisted I use a whee Ichair, terrified I might trip.
We were laughing and talking when we saw an unwelcome guest at the gate: Isabelle.
She was gaunt, a walking skeleton. Her thinness made her belly, swollen with pregnancy, seem unnaturally
large. Her eyes, filled with envy, darted between the members of my happy family.
The next second, she dropped to her knees.
‘Aurora, I was wrong! Please, ask Mom and Dad to let me come home! I’ll be a good girl, I promise, I’ll never
run away again!”
‘You don’t understand! To force me to have a baby for her brother, my mother–in–law drugged me! I don’t
even know who the father of the child in my belly is!” she wailed, a truly pathetic sight.
If she hadn’t physically harmed my mother for Leo’s sake, I might have felt a flicker of pity. After all, she had
known my parents for longer than I had. But the moment I learned she had pushed my mother down the
stairs, I knew her problem wasn’t just being spoiled. It was malice.
‘Isabelle, you brought this all on yourself,” I said, my voice cold.
‘You were the one who broke their hearts when you ran away with Leo. You were the one who crashed my wedding and humiliated our families!”
‘They were your safe harbor, and you took their love for granted. Now that you don’t have that protection, you want it back? The world doesn’t work that way.”
Isabelle was speechless for a moment. “But they were my parents! They raised me for twenty years! Shouldn‘
I they continue to be responsible for me? I’m only in this mess because they never taught me how to handle
the real world!”
I frowned, disgusted by her refusal to take responsibility. My parents looked deeply hurt.
“The first thing you should have learned,” I said, “is gratitude.”
I took my parents‘ hands and led them inside, instructing the staff to never allow her near the property again.
Realizing she couldn’t sway me, Isabelle started screaming curses. “This is all your fault! You stole my life! If it weren’t for you, I’d still be the Beaumont heiress! I would have married Damian Sterling and lived a life of
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luxury! You should be the one getting raped by some degenerate!”
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Hearing this, Damian strode forward and slapped her across the face. “Know your place. You’re not worthy of even a single strand of my wife’s hair.” He then gently guided me away. “You’re pregnant. You can’t get agita ted. Let me handle this.”
Isabelle’s head was snapped to the side. Her eyes, filled with venom, locked onto my stomach. “You’re preg. nant? How dare you?” she hissed. “You’ve taken everything from me! How dare you be so happy!”
Fearing she would attack me, my family rushed me inside while the security guards dragged her away.
