“Ethan! She killed Lily!” I screamed, my voice
thick with hatred.
Olivia stepped forward, her voice soft. “Sarah,
く
I know you don’t like me, but it was an
accident. Your daughter kept pulling at my
dress. I was just trying to pull it back, and I
didn’t realize I had her… she just… fell.” She
held up her dress, showing me a barely
noticeable smudge.
“Liar!” I shoved Ethan away. “Lily wouldn’t
just grab your dress! Olivia, take it out on me,
not her! She was just a child! Why?”
Ethan’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes
cold. “Sarah, enough! Just a bastard. You
want Olivia to pay with her life?”
That familiar look, that familiar coldness,
transported me back to those years of
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humiliation and pain. I struggled to breathe.
“Bastard? Ethan, I carried her for nine
months! How can you call her that? Is Olivia months! How can you
the only person whose life matters to you?”
Impatience flickered across his face. “Can’t
you be the bigger person? This isn’t going to
end well for you.” He threw me to the ground
and walked away with Olivia, without a
backward glance.
It was a repeat of five years ago. My mother
was sick, and I became Ethan’s kept woman
to pay her medical bills. Everyone said he
adored me, spoiled me. The Blake family even
warned him against marrying me. But I knew
the truth. He loved Olivia, his brother’s
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fiancée. I was just a stand–in, a woman with
eyes that were vaguely similar to hers. A
convenient substitute who wouldn’t arouse
suspicion, who could satisfy his forbidden
desires. During intimate moments, he’d hold
my face, preventing me from looking at him,
from seeing the lack of love in his eyes.
I’d hoped he might soften towards me, but he
always chose Olivia. Even after his brother’s
death, when Olivia came to him in the middle
of the night, he left me, bleeding, without a
second thought.
Thankfully, my baby was strong. She survived.
And that was the day I left, taking everything I
owned and never looking back.
