The True Heiress Strikes Back: You Chose My Stepsister—I Chose Your Rival to Father Your Heir - Chapter 20: Chapter 20
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Life at the Thorne estate was genuinely comfortable. No in-laws to tiptoe around and please—Julian's parents lived abroad year-round. I felt like I could finally breathe freely.
Until one morning when a wave of sudden nausea shattered the calm.
"What's wrong?" Julian immediately set down his coffee, something flickering in his eyes.
In the VIP room at the hospital, the doctor smiled as she handed me the test results. "Congratulations, you're pregnant."
Julian's hand tightened instantly, wrapping around me with warm strength.
As I walked out of the examination room, I heard a familiar voice.
"Isabelle!"
Dominic stood at the end of the hallway with his arm wrapped in stark white bandages, his eyes locked onto me with desperate intensity.
"Are you... okay?" He stumbled forward, his cold fingers grabbing my wrist. "These past few months, where the hell have you been? Are you alright?"
I yanked my hand back, my nails digging into my palm. "Mr. Harlow, do we even know each other? Whether I'm okay or not—what's that got to do with you?"
"You're my wife!" His voice was hoarse.
"Wife?" I let out a bitter laugh. "You mean that pathetic woman whose name was on a marriage certificate for three years, but you never even touched? The idiot who watched you screw Vanessa every day and still had to smile about it?"
His face went deathly pale. "I'm sorry. I know I fucked up."
"Fucked up?" I tilted my head back, fighting back the tears. "Dominic, if you didn't like me, you could've refused the marriage. You could've said no to me. But you just had to keep up appearances. You married me but never treated me like your wife. You're such a fucking coward."
"We can start over..." He reached for my hand with trembling fingers. "You can have as many kids as you want..."
"What about Vanessa's baby?" I raised an eyebrow mockingly.
"That's not mine!" He closed his eyes in pain. "She lied to me..."
My sneer deepened. "Oh? So now that you found out she cheated on you, you want to come crawling back to me? Dominic, is that all I am to you—someone you can call when you need me and toss aside when you don't?"
He shook his head frantically. "No, that's not it, Isabelle. All these years, your kindness, your gentleness—it's been carved into my heart."
"I'm so sorry for what I did to you." He reached out to touch me, then let his hand fall helplessly. "Come home with me, please? Let me make it up to you..."
I looked at him calmly, my eyes completely flat. "Dominic, saying all this now—it doesn't mean anything anymore."
Just then, Julian emerged from the examination room and naturally wrapped his arm around my waist. "The doctor said we need to be extra careful during the first trimester."
Dominic's gaze darted between Julian and me, then he exploded with rage, pointing at Julian. "Who the hell do you think you are?! What did you do to my wife?!"
"Enough!" I snapped. "The divorce papers were sent to Harlow Corporation ages ago. We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
He shook his head in anguish, his voice breaking. "No! I never signed them! Why should we get divorced?!"
Julian's security quickly stepped in to restrain him. Julian took my hand and walked away without looking back.
In the car, Julian sat in thoughtful silence.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked softly.
He reached over to ruffle my hair, his eyes turning cold. "Just remembered—he's just some nobody from a branch family of the Harlows."
"Isabelle," he paused, "if I taught him a lesson, would you feel sorry for him?"
I shook my head without hesitation.
"I've taken enough shit from him over the years. Whatever you do, I'm on your side."
Until one morning when a wave of sudden nausea shattered the calm.
"What's wrong?" Julian immediately set down his coffee, something flickering in his eyes.
In the VIP room at the hospital, the doctor smiled as she handed me the test results. "Congratulations, you're pregnant."
Julian's hand tightened instantly, wrapping around me with warm strength.
As I walked out of the examination room, I heard a familiar voice.
"Isabelle!"
Dominic stood at the end of the hallway with his arm wrapped in stark white bandages, his eyes locked onto me with desperate intensity.
"Are you... okay?" He stumbled forward, his cold fingers grabbing my wrist. "These past few months, where the hell have you been? Are you alright?"
I yanked my hand back, my nails digging into my palm. "Mr. Harlow, do we even know each other? Whether I'm okay or not—what's that got to do with you?"
"You're my wife!" His voice was hoarse.
"Wife?" I let out a bitter laugh. "You mean that pathetic woman whose name was on a marriage certificate for three years, but you never even touched? The idiot who watched you screw Vanessa every day and still had to smile about it?"
His face went deathly pale. "I'm sorry. I know I fucked up."
"Fucked up?" I tilted my head back, fighting back the tears. "Dominic, if you didn't like me, you could've refused the marriage. You could've said no to me. But you just had to keep up appearances. You married me but never treated me like your wife. You're such a fucking coward."
"We can start over..." He reached for my hand with trembling fingers. "You can have as many kids as you want..."
"What about Vanessa's baby?" I raised an eyebrow mockingly.
"That's not mine!" He closed his eyes in pain. "She lied to me..."
My sneer deepened. "Oh? So now that you found out she cheated on you, you want to come crawling back to me? Dominic, is that all I am to you—someone you can call when you need me and toss aside when you don't?"
He shook his head frantically. "No, that's not it, Isabelle. All these years, your kindness, your gentleness—it's been carved into my heart."
"I'm so sorry for what I did to you." He reached out to touch me, then let his hand fall helplessly. "Come home with me, please? Let me make it up to you..."
I looked at him calmly, my eyes completely flat. "Dominic, saying all this now—it doesn't mean anything anymore."
Just then, Julian emerged from the examination room and naturally wrapped his arm around my waist. "The doctor said we need to be extra careful during the first trimester."
Dominic's gaze darted between Julian and me, then he exploded with rage, pointing at Julian. "Who the hell do you think you are?! What did you do to my wife?!"
"Enough!" I snapped. "The divorce papers were sent to Harlow Corporation ages ago. We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
He shook his head in anguish, his voice breaking. "No! I never signed them! Why should we get divorced?!"
Julian's security quickly stepped in to restrain him. Julian took my hand and walked away without looking back.
In the car, Julian sat in thoughtful silence.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked softly.
He reached over to ruffle my hair, his eyes turning cold. "Just remembered—he's just some nobody from a branch family of the Harlows."
"Isabelle," he paused, "if I taught him a lesson, would you feel sorry for him?"
I shook my head without hesitation.
"I've taken enough shit from him over the years. Whatever you do, I'm on your side."
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