Golden Cage Mommy Mutiny (Elyse) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 9

“Vivian, let me take you to the hospital, okay?”

I pushed him away with what little strength I had left. Hatred and agony twisted together in my

chest, burning through every nerve.

“Get out. I never want to see you again.

My father turned to his men. “Take my daughter to the hospital. Now.”

I looked up at him and said through clenched teeth, ‘Make sure he signs the divorce papers.‘

“Don’t worry,” my father said calmly. “Leave that to me. He’ll sign whether he wants to or not.”

The bodyguards carried me away.

Nathan chased after us, shouting, “Vivian! Let me come with you, please! Your health comes first. The babies matter too. I swear–Tiffany meant nothing. It was just a stupid phase. You’re the one I truly love!”

I turned my head, glaring at him with ice in my veins.

Tears welled in his eyes, and he gripped my arm like a drowning man clinging to driftwood.

“Love me?” I laughed bitterly. “What a joke. You gave her the blessed pendant my mother nearly died praying for–and you say she meant nothing?”

“Nathan, you’re not fit to be a father. I’m ending this for good–I’m getting rid of the babies.”

His tears finally fell, his voice cracking in panic.

“No–please! I’ll give up everything. Don’t do this, don’t take them away from me. Just let me have something to hold on to, please…”

But all I gave him was a look. Cold. Absolute. Final.

My father’s men blocked his path, keeping him from following.

Just as the bodyguard opened the car door and gently placed me inside, I caught a glimpse of Nathan through the window.

His muffled sobs reached my ears through the glass

“Vivian… I’m sorry…”

I stared at him through the window, calm as still water.

He vanished from sight as the car pulled away—just like our marriage had.

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At the hospital, the doctor said there was still time. The babies could be saved.

But I shook my head and made the decision.

I terminated the pregnancy.

I never wanted to be tied to Nathan again–not even by blood.

When I woke up, the news was everywhere.

Video footage. Hashtags. Headlines.

A pregnant heiress, publicly humiliated by a receptionist–turned–mistress in her own family restaurant–for letting her nephew bread a rice refill.

The internet exploded.

People dug deep into Tiffany’s past.

Turns out, before she latched onto Nathan, she’d been a sugar baby for a much older man.

She had a trail of unpaid debts to former coworkers borrowing cash and disappearing without a

trace.

Rumors swirled that she had even trafficked an ex–boyfriend overseas.

She wasn’t just petty–she was downright rotten.

The public tore her apart.

My father came to visit me.

He handed me the signed divorce papers and gently patted my shoulder.

“Come home, Vivian. You’ll always be my daughter. Let me take care of you.”

Tears blurred my vision. I nodded.

After being discharged, I moved back to the Sterling estate.

Everyone in Astor Heights knew what had happened by then.

The proud, untouchable Nathan had been forced to sign the divorce papers.

I thought that would be the end of it.

I never expected him to sneak back into my bedroom in the middle of the night.

I woke up to find him squating beside my bed, clutching my hand, his face soaked with tears.

“Vivian… I’m so sorry. I know I was wrong. I’ll prove to you I’ve changed. Just… please don’t shut me

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out. And please don’t hurt the babies. I’m begging you.”

He didn’t know.

He had no idea the babies were already gone.

And he definitely didn’t know I’d just instructed my father to cancel every single Sterling investment in Carter Enterprises.

I stared at him coldly, my voice sharp as a blade.

“The babies are gone.”

His eyes widened, breath caught in his throat.

“And Tiffany’s pregnant, isn’t she?” I added with a smirk. “Good for you. Now you can finally have the family you deserve.”