When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 108: Chapter 108
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I had no choice—Mom's ashes were on the line.
My hands shook like crazy as I grabbed the towel.
Four years ago, right by this same pool, Blake wrapped this towel around me and kissed me while everyone whooped and hollered.
His ears went bright red, but he held me tight against his chest.
Now here I was, playing maid to his latest arm candy.
The model giggled and squirmed. "That tickles," she purred.
That's when I spotted her phone propped up at the edge of the pool. The screen was lit up—the bitch was livestreaming the whole thing!
Comments were flying:
"OMG isn't that Evelyn? Serving people like a maid now?"
"Heard she slept her way to the top."
"Karma's a bitch! Never liked her fake ass anyway."
I snapped my head up and caught her smirking at me.
Blake was stretched out on his lounger, eating this shit up.
He planned the whole thing.
I turned to walk away, but Blake grabbed my wrist hard.
"Going somewhere? Your daddy made my mom suffer. You're gonna pay that back times a hundred."
That livestream blew up overnight.
#EvelynTheServant and #FakeEvelynExposed hit millions of views by morning.
My phone kept buzzing—strangers calling me a whore and telling me to kill myself.
I shut off my phone as a tear hit my hand.
Once Blake saw me cry, he finally backed off.
After he left, the housekeeper came over with some Kleenex.
"Ma'am, don't be mad at him. He's just—"
I waved him off and escaped to my bedroom.
Next morning, my door flew open with a bang.
Blake stood there with a tiny figure behind him.
It was her—Sophia, the wannabe actress who "accidentally" cut my safety cable on set.
She stood behind Blake looking all innocent and helpless, just like when she bawled to the media that it "wasn't on purpose."
My vision went blurry. I kept seeing flashes—Mom pulling out her oxygen mask, then the ultrasound showing my baby.
He knew damn well those hands were covered in our baby's blood, but he still let her stomp all over what was left of my heart.
Of course—that baby was just an oops to him. He couldn't care less.
Sophia dropped to her knees, tears coming on cue.
"Evelyn, I feel so bad. I swear it wasn't on purpose that day."
Then she looked up, whispering so only I could hear:
"But let's be real—that bastard baby shouldn't have been born anyway!"
I went to slap her, but Blake caught my wrist mid-air.
He glared down at me and pulled out a jade pendant I knew too well.
It was Mom's lucky charm she'd worn her whole life.
"Remember this? Dug it out of her ashes."
I struggled to grab it, but he tossed it to Sophia like it was nothing.
She caught it with a grin and put it around her neck right in front of me.
That jade was a Harrison family treasure. When Mom gave it to Blake years back, she'd smiled and said, "We're family now."
Back then, Blake'd call my mother "Mrs. Harrison" all respectful.
He'd rush to get her water whenever she coughed.
He'd call the best doctors the second she felt sick.
But later, he chucked that same pendant at her hospital bed, saying it was "bad luck."
"Blake," my voice cracked, "you know what that pendant meant to my Mom."
He grabbed my chin rough. "When your father pushed my mom off that building, did he give a shit what anything meant?"
Sophia jumped at his outburst.
The pendant slipped from her hands, hitting the marble floor.
She scrambled to pick it up but fumbled and dropped it again.
Everything stopped.
I sank to my knees, staring at the broken jade.
Just like that bullshit lie years ago that ripped our families apart.
"Sophia's sleeping in the master bedroom tonight. You—clean this mess up."
Blake headed upstairs with his arm around her.
"Mom, I lost your last keepsake too."
Thunder boomed outside as rain pounded down.
Just like that stormy night years ago when Blake showed up at my door, soaking wet, just to help me fall asleep.
Now he was in bed with another woman on the mattress Mom and I picked out together.
This time, I didn't cry.
I pulled out my phone and texted a number I hadn't used in years:
"Mr. Lewis, I need everything you've got on my dad's old case."
My hands shook like crazy as I grabbed the towel.
Four years ago, right by this same pool, Blake wrapped this towel around me and kissed me while everyone whooped and hollered.
His ears went bright red, but he held me tight against his chest.
Now here I was, playing maid to his latest arm candy.
The model giggled and squirmed. "That tickles," she purred.
That's when I spotted her phone propped up at the edge of the pool. The screen was lit up—the bitch was livestreaming the whole thing!
Comments were flying:
"OMG isn't that Evelyn? Serving people like a maid now?"
"Heard she slept her way to the top."
"Karma's a bitch! Never liked her fake ass anyway."
I snapped my head up and caught her smirking at me.
Blake was stretched out on his lounger, eating this shit up.
He planned the whole thing.
I turned to walk away, but Blake grabbed my wrist hard.
"Going somewhere? Your daddy made my mom suffer. You're gonna pay that back times a hundred."
That livestream blew up overnight.
#EvelynTheServant and #FakeEvelynExposed hit millions of views by morning.
My phone kept buzzing—strangers calling me a whore and telling me to kill myself.
I shut off my phone as a tear hit my hand.
Once Blake saw me cry, he finally backed off.
After he left, the housekeeper came over with some Kleenex.
"Ma'am, don't be mad at him. He's just—"
I waved him off and escaped to my bedroom.
Next morning, my door flew open with a bang.
Blake stood there with a tiny figure behind him.
It was her—Sophia, the wannabe actress who "accidentally" cut my safety cable on set.
She stood behind Blake looking all innocent and helpless, just like when she bawled to the media that it "wasn't on purpose."
My vision went blurry. I kept seeing flashes—Mom pulling out her oxygen mask, then the ultrasound showing my baby.
He knew damn well those hands were covered in our baby's blood, but he still let her stomp all over what was left of my heart.
Of course—that baby was just an oops to him. He couldn't care less.
Sophia dropped to her knees, tears coming on cue.
"Evelyn, I feel so bad. I swear it wasn't on purpose that day."
Then she looked up, whispering so only I could hear:
"But let's be real—that bastard baby shouldn't have been born anyway!"
I went to slap her, but Blake caught my wrist mid-air.
He glared down at me and pulled out a jade pendant I knew too well.
It was Mom's lucky charm she'd worn her whole life.
"Remember this? Dug it out of her ashes."
I struggled to grab it, but he tossed it to Sophia like it was nothing.
She caught it with a grin and put it around her neck right in front of me.
That jade was a Harrison family treasure. When Mom gave it to Blake years back, she'd smiled and said, "We're family now."
Back then, Blake'd call my mother "Mrs. Harrison" all respectful.
He'd rush to get her water whenever she coughed.
He'd call the best doctors the second she felt sick.
But later, he chucked that same pendant at her hospital bed, saying it was "bad luck."
"Blake," my voice cracked, "you know what that pendant meant to my Mom."
He grabbed my chin rough. "When your father pushed my mom off that building, did he give a shit what anything meant?"
Sophia jumped at his outburst.
The pendant slipped from her hands, hitting the marble floor.
She scrambled to pick it up but fumbled and dropped it again.
Everything stopped.
I sank to my knees, staring at the broken jade.
Just like that bullshit lie years ago that ripped our families apart.
"Sophia's sleeping in the master bedroom tonight. You—clean this mess up."
Blake headed upstairs with his arm around her.
"Mom, I lost your last keepsake too."
Thunder boomed outside as rain pounded down.
Just like that stormy night years ago when Blake showed up at my door, soaking wet, just to help me fall asleep.
Now he was in bed with another woman on the mattress Mom and I picked out together.
This time, I didn't cry.
I pulled out my phone and texted a number I hadn't used in years:
"Mr. Lewis, I need everything you've got on my dad's old case."
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