Miscarried His Baby, Liquidated His Assets - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Thank God you're back. Just... thank God." Mrs. Westbrook pulled me into another hug. "You're more stubborn than your father was. If we hadn't been worried about hurting your pride, we'd have dragged you home months ago."
The entire Westbrook family had gathered for dinner, treating me like their own daughter. Not a single word about the scandalous rumors. Not even a sideways glance.
After dessert, I escaped to the balcony and checked my phone. Every trending hashtag about me had disappeared—wiped clean as if they'd never existed.
Strong arms encircled me from behind. "Parents went home early," Archie murmured against my hair. "Double surgeries tomorrow."
"Did you...?" I waved my phone.
His answering smile told me everything. Then he slid something cool and heavy onto my wrist—a diamond bracelet that caught the moonlight like liquid silver.
My breath hitched. The design was eerily similar to one Finn had...
I reached for the clasp, but Archie caught my fingers. "Family heirloom," he said, voice rough. "Mom insisted you have it. No returns."
The diamonds bit into my palm as I clenched my fist. I left it on.
This would be our secret—mine and Archie's. No ghosts from the past allowed.
"Since you like it so much..." His lips brushed my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Mom's expecting her future daughter-in-law's famous soup tomorrow. Her bridge club's coming."
I laughed despite myself. "Famous?"
"Will be by noon tomorrow."
The hospital corridors smelled like antiseptic and bad decisions. Thermos in hand, I rounded the corner—and froze.
Finn stood there, Darcie clinging to his arm like ivy on a crumbling wall. His smirk hit me like a slap. "Following me now, Faith? Desperate much?"
Every head in the waiting area swiveled our way. I could hear the unspoken accusations—homewrecker, gold-digger, pathetic ex.
I turned to leave before Mrs. Westbrook got involved, but Finn grabbed my wrist. His gaze zeroed in on the thermos. "You wouldn't boil water for me in seven years," he sneered. "Now you're playing house? Pathetic."
The thermos shattered against the wall. Scalding liquid splashed my ankle.
I stumbled—right into Archie's steady embrace. "Wife," he murmured, fingers already probing the burn, "let's get you treated."
Finn's voice turned dangerous. "Wife?"
Two men. One word. The air crackled.
Archie didn't even glance up as he lifted me bridal-style. Finn blocked the exit, veins bulging. "Explain this!"
"Seven years with me," Finn spat, "and you jump into bed with this—"
"President Brooks." My voice could've iced hell over. "The woman who wasted seven years on you? That wasn't me. You lost the right to question my choices when you fucked my cousin."
Darcie whimpered, tugging Finn's sleeve. "Let's just go. This place gives me the creeps."
Archie's laugh was colder than surgical steel. "Smart move. Before someone notices your 'kidney failure' miraculously coincides with a two-month pregnancy."
Finn went very still. "What did you just say?"
The entire Westbrook family had gathered for dinner, treating me like their own daughter. Not a single word about the scandalous rumors. Not even a sideways glance.
After dessert, I escaped to the balcony and checked my phone. Every trending hashtag about me had disappeared—wiped clean as if they'd never existed.
Strong arms encircled me from behind. "Parents went home early," Archie murmured against my hair. "Double surgeries tomorrow."
"Did you...?" I waved my phone.
His answering smile told me everything. Then he slid something cool and heavy onto my wrist—a diamond bracelet that caught the moonlight like liquid silver.
My breath hitched. The design was eerily similar to one Finn had...
I reached for the clasp, but Archie caught my fingers. "Family heirloom," he said, voice rough. "Mom insisted you have it. No returns."
The diamonds bit into my palm as I clenched my fist. I left it on.
This would be our secret—mine and Archie's. No ghosts from the past allowed.
"Since you like it so much..." His lips brushed my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Mom's expecting her future daughter-in-law's famous soup tomorrow. Her bridge club's coming."
I laughed despite myself. "Famous?"
"Will be by noon tomorrow."
The hospital corridors smelled like antiseptic and bad decisions. Thermos in hand, I rounded the corner—and froze.
Finn stood there, Darcie clinging to his arm like ivy on a crumbling wall. His smirk hit me like a slap. "Following me now, Faith? Desperate much?"
Every head in the waiting area swiveled our way. I could hear the unspoken accusations—homewrecker, gold-digger, pathetic ex.
I turned to leave before Mrs. Westbrook got involved, but Finn grabbed my wrist. His gaze zeroed in on the thermos. "You wouldn't boil water for me in seven years," he sneered. "Now you're playing house? Pathetic."
The thermos shattered against the wall. Scalding liquid splashed my ankle.
I stumbled—right into Archie's steady embrace. "Wife," he murmured, fingers already probing the burn, "let's get you treated."
Finn's voice turned dangerous. "Wife?"
Two men. One word. The air crackled.
Archie didn't even glance up as he lifted me bridal-style. Finn blocked the exit, veins bulging. "Explain this!"
"Seven years with me," Finn spat, "and you jump into bed with this—"
"President Brooks." My voice could've iced hell over. "The woman who wasted seven years on you? That wasn't me. You lost the right to question my choices when you fucked my cousin."
Darcie whimpered, tugging Finn's sleeve. "Let's just go. This place gives me the creeps."
Archie's laugh was colder than surgical steel. "Smart move. Before someone notices your 'kidney failure' miraculously coincides with a two-month pregnancy."
Finn went very still. "What did you just say?"
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