From Baby Bump to Broken Back - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The next morning, news of my cliffside fall spread like wildfire across media outlets. The Roderick family elders were absolutely furious when they caught wind of it.
They cornered Darrel in the back garden and delivered their ultimatum. "Giselle is destroying the Roderick family name, Darrel. Don't be a fool about this!"
Felicia stepped in, her tone icy. "I won't hear another word, son. Today, you will officially welcome Karina into this family. Or have you forgotten? Her parents died saving your life. If you turn your back on her now, their souls will never rest in peace."
Darrel remained dazed, my photo still clutched in his hand.
"The Roderick family does not accept remarried women," he muttered.
His mother recoiled. "Remarried? What on earth are you talking about, Darrel?"
Behind her, Karina shrank back, guilt flashing across her face. Darrel's frown deepened—something wasn't right.
"Karina is pure, son. You're the only man she's ever been with. How dare you suggest otherwise?"
That night, in his office, Darrel's assistant Bobby Geffrey laid out a damning stack of documents.
"Just as you suspected, sir. Karina was never married overseas—she didn't even have serious relationships. The hotel surveillance from that night was wiped, but we recovered bar receipts. She changed clothes and reapplied makeup in the restroom before leaving."
So Karina hadn't been drunk at all. The pieces fell into place—her claim that they'd slept together while intoxicated, that Edmund was an accident... all lies. A carefully orchestrated scheme by Karina Reverie.
But when Darrel confronted her with the evidence, Karina didn't flinch.
"Giselle will never forgive you anyway," she said coolly.
Then he discovered it—the divorce papers the elders had prepared long ago, forged with my signature. And years of fabricated text exchanges between him and Karina. Darrel shattered.
"I warned you—never hurt her. Never! Why do you keep crossing that line? Giselle Siegfried is the only woman I'll ever claim as mine!"
Back at our home, memories overwhelmed him. The agony grew unbearable.
He seized a bottle of pills. "What is this? I explicitly banned this medication for my wife!"
The maid looked startled. "But sir... these are her post-recovery vitamins. Didn't you know?"
Darrel tore through the house like a madman—flinging open drawers in the bedroom, the study, the living room.
Only then did the truth hit him: I had been getting better all along.
They cornered Darrel in the back garden and delivered their ultimatum. "Giselle is destroying the Roderick family name, Darrel. Don't be a fool about this!"
Felicia stepped in, her tone icy. "I won't hear another word, son. Today, you will officially welcome Karina into this family. Or have you forgotten? Her parents died saving your life. If you turn your back on her now, their souls will never rest in peace."
Darrel remained dazed, my photo still clutched in his hand.
"The Roderick family does not accept remarried women," he muttered.
His mother recoiled. "Remarried? What on earth are you talking about, Darrel?"
Behind her, Karina shrank back, guilt flashing across her face. Darrel's frown deepened—something wasn't right.
"Karina is pure, son. You're the only man she's ever been with. How dare you suggest otherwise?"
That night, in his office, Darrel's assistant Bobby Geffrey laid out a damning stack of documents.
"Just as you suspected, sir. Karina was never married overseas—she didn't even have serious relationships. The hotel surveillance from that night was wiped, but we recovered bar receipts. She changed clothes and reapplied makeup in the restroom before leaving."
So Karina hadn't been drunk at all. The pieces fell into place—her claim that they'd slept together while intoxicated, that Edmund was an accident... all lies. A carefully orchestrated scheme by Karina Reverie.
But when Darrel confronted her with the evidence, Karina didn't flinch.
"Giselle will never forgive you anyway," she said coolly.
Then he discovered it—the divorce papers the elders had prepared long ago, forged with my signature. And years of fabricated text exchanges between him and Karina. Darrel shattered.
"I warned you—never hurt her. Never! Why do you keep crossing that line? Giselle Siegfried is the only woman I'll ever claim as mine!"
Back at our home, memories overwhelmed him. The agony grew unbearable.
He seized a bottle of pills. "What is this? I explicitly banned this medication for my wife!"
The maid looked startled. "But sir... these are her post-recovery vitamins. Didn't you know?"
Darrel tore through the house like a madman—flinging open drawers in the bedroom, the study, the living room.
Only then did the truth hit him: I had been getting better all along.
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