Stand-In Luna’s Rise：Bound in My Twin's Name, Freed in My Own - Chapter 71: Chapter 71
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"Dante, she's completely lost her mind! Don't believe a word she says!"
"My mom's always been gentle and soft-spoken—she gets bullied, not the other way around. How could she possibly hurt anyone?! She's obviously trying to turn us against each other!"
"Tyler's condition is critical right now. Let's focus on finding other compatible bone marrow instead of getting distracted by this crazy talk, okay?"
Dante stared at the phone, hesitating for once in his life.
Sophia sensed his shift immediately and rushed to Tyler's bedside.
"It's okay, baby. Mommy knows we can't count on anyone. Since Daddy doesn't love you anymore, Mommy will take you away."
She put on her broken act.
"I've been the one getting bullied and abandoned my whole life anyway. I shouldn't have expected love in the first place. Even though my sister's dead, I know you still have her in your heart, Dante. I won't force it."
"I'm taking Tyler and leaving."
Dante couldn't handle the drama anymore. He sighed and stopped her.
"Baby, it's not that I don't trust you. This is just all so sudden, and now we don't have any compatible bone marrow."
He pulled Sophia into his arms, trying to calm her down.
Only I, floating in the air, could sense how distracted he really was.
The bone marrow situation had hit a dead end, but Dante wasn't panicking.
He was waiting for something.
Finally, his assistant burst into his office clutching a laptop.
"Mr. Sterling, all the data's recovered. You need to prepare yourself—some of this might be..."
Before the assistant could finish, Dante had already snatched the laptop away.
He immediately opened our chat history.
Past all those long strings of videos he'd sent me, he scrolled up and up until he finally found my messages.
The ones that never went through. The ones with the red exclamation marks.
That night, while fifty bodyguards kept me locked outside the hospital room, I could only watch helplessly as they drained Emma's bone marrow.
When the surgery finally ended, I got kidnapped.
I kept trying to text him.
[I'll never expect your love again. Just please leave Emma alone. I don't want anything anymore.]
[She's so little, and she loves you so much! Her birthday wish even was for YOU to be happy every day. How can you do this to her?!]
[Dante, she's YOUR daughter!]
After Emma died, I only sent one message.
"Dante, I wish I'd never met you."
I still remember how desperate I felt.
My little poor Emma, her last words before she died were:
"Did Daddy get a better kid, so he doesn't want me anymore?"
What was Dante doing then? Probably celebrating his son's new lease on life.
Later, when Sophia's mother had me kidnapped and tortured, I texted him again.
When you're about to die, your mind wanders like a movie reel playing your whole life.
I told him:
[I'm dying. You always said I deserved to die—well, now I really am. Are you happy?]
Dante and I were childhood sweethearts. I'd almost forgotten we once loved each other.
When I was eighteen, Dante and I got trapped in a fire. He shielded me with his body, leaving permanent scars he could never erase.
At twenty, I married him without hesitation. On our wedding day, he cried and called me his only angel.
At twenty-five, I gave birth to Emma. He immediately announced that everything would be hers someday.
At twenty-nine, Sophia showed up with three-year-old Tyler in tow.
Just like years before, when Sophia's mother had appeared at our door holding little Sophia's hand.
Dante desperately tried to explain—it was an accident, he'd been drugged, didn't know what happened, and then there was a kid.
I was devastated. Why did it have to be Sophia? Her mother had already destroyed my family when we were kids, and now she was wrecking my marriage too.
Why her of all people? Dante knew better than anyone how much I hated her.
But over time, Dante kept choosing Sophia over me, again and again.
Just like when we were kids, and my dad chose Sophia's mother over mine.
"My mom's always been gentle and soft-spoken—she gets bullied, not the other way around. How could she possibly hurt anyone?! She's obviously trying to turn us against each other!"
"Tyler's condition is critical right now. Let's focus on finding other compatible bone marrow instead of getting distracted by this crazy talk, okay?"
Dante stared at the phone, hesitating for once in his life.
Sophia sensed his shift immediately and rushed to Tyler's bedside.
"It's okay, baby. Mommy knows we can't count on anyone. Since Daddy doesn't love you anymore, Mommy will take you away."
She put on her broken act.
"I've been the one getting bullied and abandoned my whole life anyway. I shouldn't have expected love in the first place. Even though my sister's dead, I know you still have her in your heart, Dante. I won't force it."
"I'm taking Tyler and leaving."
Dante couldn't handle the drama anymore. He sighed and stopped her.
"Baby, it's not that I don't trust you. This is just all so sudden, and now we don't have any compatible bone marrow."
He pulled Sophia into his arms, trying to calm her down.
Only I, floating in the air, could sense how distracted he really was.
The bone marrow situation had hit a dead end, but Dante wasn't panicking.
He was waiting for something.
Finally, his assistant burst into his office clutching a laptop.
"Mr. Sterling, all the data's recovered. You need to prepare yourself—some of this might be..."
Before the assistant could finish, Dante had already snatched the laptop away.
He immediately opened our chat history.
Past all those long strings of videos he'd sent me, he scrolled up and up until he finally found my messages.
The ones that never went through. The ones with the red exclamation marks.
That night, while fifty bodyguards kept me locked outside the hospital room, I could only watch helplessly as they drained Emma's bone marrow.
When the surgery finally ended, I got kidnapped.
I kept trying to text him.
[I'll never expect your love again. Just please leave Emma alone. I don't want anything anymore.]
[She's so little, and she loves you so much! Her birthday wish even was for YOU to be happy every day. How can you do this to her?!]
[Dante, she's YOUR daughter!]
After Emma died, I only sent one message.
"Dante, I wish I'd never met you."
I still remember how desperate I felt.
My little poor Emma, her last words before she died were:
"Did Daddy get a better kid, so he doesn't want me anymore?"
What was Dante doing then? Probably celebrating his son's new lease on life.
Later, when Sophia's mother had me kidnapped and tortured, I texted him again.
When you're about to die, your mind wanders like a movie reel playing your whole life.
I told him:
[I'm dying. You always said I deserved to die—well, now I really am. Are you happy?]
Dante and I were childhood sweethearts. I'd almost forgotten we once loved each other.
When I was eighteen, Dante and I got trapped in a fire. He shielded me with his body, leaving permanent scars he could never erase.
At twenty, I married him without hesitation. On our wedding day, he cried and called me his only angel.
At twenty-five, I gave birth to Emma. He immediately announced that everything would be hers someday.
At twenty-nine, Sophia showed up with three-year-old Tyler in tow.
Just like years before, when Sophia's mother had appeared at our door holding little Sophia's hand.
Dante desperately tried to explain—it was an accident, he'd been drugged, didn't know what happened, and then there was a kid.
I was devastated. Why did it have to be Sophia? Her mother had already destroyed my family when we were kids, and now she was wrecking my marriage too.
Why her of all people? Dante knew better than anyone how much I hated her.
But over time, Dante kept choosing Sophia over me, again and again.
Just like when we were kids, and my dad chose Sophia's mother over mine.
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