I Carried My Husband’s Mistress’s Baby and Walked Away novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Julian’s phone hit the ground with a dull thud.

The veins at his temples bulged as he stared at the divorce decree like it was a nightmare he couldn’t blink away.

“No.” he breathed. “That’s impossible.”

His mind went blank in waves, and then a horrifying thought flashed through him.

Back when I’d been staying at the luxury postpartum recovery center, Grandma Evelyn had handed him a purchase

agreement to sign-something meant as “compensation” for me.

He’d noticed a document tucked inside it, a paper printed with both parties’ names.

He’d asked about it, confused.

Grandma Evelyn had told him it was just paperwork for things “the two of you” were buying for the baby.

But he remembered the baby’s mother listed on the forms was Jenna, so how could my signature be there?

The question had nearly reached his tongue, and then Jenna had started complaining she didn’t feel well.

He’d forgotten it all the second he went to soothe her.

Now, coming back to himself, his lips trembled as he grabbed my shoulders with both hands.

“No.” he said hoarsely. “Claire, you can’t have divorced me.”

“You love me,” he insisted, eyes wild. “How could you divorce me?”

“Did Grandma force you?” he demanded. “I’m calling her right now.”

“We’re not divorcing. We’re not..”

He fumbled for the phone, shaking so hard he could barely hit the contact.

I slapped him across the face.

The phone flew, hit the ground, and the screen shattered into pieces.

“Enough,” I said, voice flat with disgust. Julian, stop playing dumb.”

“If Grandma hadn’t forced me to carry that baby so she’d help me get divorced, do you really think Ed be generous

enough to carry the child of the man who killed my son?”

“I begged her to let me divorce you,” I said. “Do you really think after everything you’ve done, I’d still love you?”

“Keep dreaming.” I added, ice in every syllable. I stopped loving you a long time ago.”

“And if you chose to let that trash put ideas in your head, that’s your problem,”

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I’ll tell you the truth.” I said. “I already collected my baby’s ashes.”

I’m taking him somewhere warm and safe, far away from you-from a fake, vile murderer.”

He looked like he’d been ripped open, grief twisting his face.

I turned to leave.

He grabbed my wrist. “Don’t.”

“Please, he choked out. “Don’t take him away.”

“He’s my son,” he pleaded. “He’s a Prescott.”

“Don’t leave. Please don’t leave me.”

“I was wrong.” he said, voice breaking. “I swear I’ll cut Jenna off.”

“I swear it this time. Please… don’t go.”

Jenna’s eyes flooded red instantly.

Julian.” she cried, “you don’t want me anymore?”

“You really don’t want me?”

“Didn’t you always say you owed me, that you couldn’t give me a title?”

‘Now Claire doesn’t love you, and you’re divorced,” she pressed. “Isn’t this perfect?”

“We can finally be together out in the open and give William a complete family.”

Julian. I only have you,” she sobbed. “You said you loved me.”

You can’t just throw me away.

Normally, Julian ate that performance up.

No matter how guilty he felt toward me, Jenna’s tears always wiped it clean and turned him into a man who forced me

to back down.

But this time, he flung her hand off without hesitation.

“Get off me, he snapped. “When did I ever say I loved you?”

“I was drugged with some kind of aphrodisiac and mistook you for Claire,’ he spat. It was nothing but a physical urge.”

“The only person I love is her.”

“And who says she doesn’t love me?’ he went on, frantic. “She’s just mad

“Once I calm her down, she’ll remarry me.”

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“Now get out,” he barked. “Go as far as you can and stay there.”

“Don’t make my Claire angry.”

Jenna refused to give up and clung to him, fighting for his attention.

I couldn’t be bothered to watch.

I walked away with long, steady steps.

In three hours, I’d be on a flight to Iceland.

I’d cut every last thread tying me to this filthy place.

A message from Grandma Evelyn popped up with the outcome.

Every smear and ugly rumor about me vanished from the internet overnight.

And the blame I’d been forced to carry was finally cleared.

What she’d done was practically turning on her own blood, and Julian’s public image took a brutal hit.

But so what?

It was still better that she exposed it herself and pushed the fault onto Jenna, instead of me teaming up with Julian’s rivals and tearing him down in a way that would’ve done even more damage.

At least Grandma Evelyn had the kind of PR muscle to keep a safety net under her grandson

I stared at her apology and didn’t reply.

I gripped my suitcase handle and boarded the plane.