My Husband's Secret Son Needs My Baby to Live - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Mrs. Taylor, please open the door. I'll make sure you're taken care of financially for the rest of your life after I leave. I swear Marlon won't bother you again."
Mrs. Taylor trembled, her eyes darting nervously toward the corner before she finally relented.
"Miss, why are you doing this? I've watched you grow up—how could I bear to break your heart? I never imagined things between you and your husband would come to this..."
"There are cameras everywhere in this house. Follow me." Mrs. Taylor's voice cracked as tears filled her eyes.
She'd worked for my family since before my parents passed away.
My grip loosened, and the knife clattered to the floor. It felt like I'd been clutching at straws.
Mrs. Taylor staged a photo of me resting, then stuffed me into an oversized flowerpot and wheeled me out of the villa.
At the garbage station, she set me down gently. "Miss, I need to go back and deal with Jake. Please wait here—I'm so sorry."
Crouched inside the flowerpot, I stared up at the violet-gray sky as a light drizzle began to fall. Then I heard Jake's familiar bark.
When I peeked out eagerly, Mrs. Taylor's face was pale with panic. "Miss, hurry! Your husband's coming home!" The distinctive thud of Marlon's luxury car door echoed from the front yard.
I scrambled out and grabbed Jake's collar as we bolted down the mountainside.
The villa sat midway up the mountain—nowhere to hide, barely any passing cars. If I didn't escape now, it was over.
'Do I really have to sacrifice my baby for his illegitimate child?' The question screamed in my mind. But I refused to accept this fate.
Headlights flashed behind us—Mrs. Taylor appeared like a guardian angel on her vegetable-shopping tricycle. "Miss, get on now!"
Without hesitation, I leapt onto the back as we sped through the rainy night.
Meanwhile, Marlon had discovered my absence and peeled out in pursuit—just a few hundred yards behind.
Mrs. Taylor's electric trike flew down the mountain, but we were no match for Marlon's high-performance sports car.
He pulled alongside, window rolling down. "Margret, this is insane! Get down now!" His voice cracked. "I didn't go see Melanie—you've got it all wrong! I bought your favorite sour plums. I know you want to keep the baby too. Let's talk this through!"
My heart stuttered. The howling wind suddenly transported me twenty years back—to when he'd leaned out of a bus window, jingling plums in his pocket while the driver yelled at him. He'd just turned and grinned at me like an idiot.
I wiped rain from my eyes and turned away.
Sliding off the simple ring I'd cherished for decades, I hurled it at his windshield. All his diamonds and gold meant nothing—this was the only piece I'd treasured. "We're through, Marlon! Go home!"
Mrs. Taylor trembled, her eyes darting nervously toward the corner before she finally relented.
"Miss, why are you doing this? I've watched you grow up—how could I bear to break your heart? I never imagined things between you and your husband would come to this..."
"There are cameras everywhere in this house. Follow me." Mrs. Taylor's voice cracked as tears filled her eyes.
She'd worked for my family since before my parents passed away.
My grip loosened, and the knife clattered to the floor. It felt like I'd been clutching at straws.
Mrs. Taylor staged a photo of me resting, then stuffed me into an oversized flowerpot and wheeled me out of the villa.
At the garbage station, she set me down gently. "Miss, I need to go back and deal with Jake. Please wait here—I'm so sorry."
Crouched inside the flowerpot, I stared up at the violet-gray sky as a light drizzle began to fall. Then I heard Jake's familiar bark.
When I peeked out eagerly, Mrs. Taylor's face was pale with panic. "Miss, hurry! Your husband's coming home!" The distinctive thud of Marlon's luxury car door echoed from the front yard.
I scrambled out and grabbed Jake's collar as we bolted down the mountainside.
The villa sat midway up the mountain—nowhere to hide, barely any passing cars. If I didn't escape now, it was over.
'Do I really have to sacrifice my baby for his illegitimate child?' The question screamed in my mind. But I refused to accept this fate.
Headlights flashed behind us—Mrs. Taylor appeared like a guardian angel on her vegetable-shopping tricycle. "Miss, get on now!"
Without hesitation, I leapt onto the back as we sped through the rainy night.
Meanwhile, Marlon had discovered my absence and peeled out in pursuit—just a few hundred yards behind.
Mrs. Taylor's electric trike flew down the mountain, but we were no match for Marlon's high-performance sports car.
He pulled alongside, window rolling down. "Margret, this is insane! Get down now!" His voice cracked. "I didn't go see Melanie—you've got it all wrong! I bought your favorite sour plums. I know you want to keep the baby too. Let's talk this through!"
My heart stuttered. The howling wind suddenly transported me twenty years back—to when he'd leaned out of a bus window, jingling plums in his pocket while the driver yelled at him. He'd just turned and grinned at me like an idiot.
I wiped rain from my eyes and turned away.
Sliding off the simple ring I'd cherished for decades, I hurled it at his windshield. All his diamonds and gold meant nothing—this was the only piece I'd treasured. "We're through, Marlon! Go home!"
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