I Swapped His Fake Gift for a Real Life novel Chapter 22

3: Poisoned Memories

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Nova lowered herself onto the cold marble floor.

“Do you know your falling?” Anna’s voice dripped ice.

Nova stared at the floor. Silent.

Anna slammed her palm on the desk. “Your falling is that when Zane said ‘no rush,‘ you didn’t persuade him otherwise! She yanked open a drawer, slamming down a silver jar. ‘Fertility tonic. You will drink it daily. You will share his bed

nightly. Until you conceive.”

Once, Nova would have meekly obeyed.

This time, she lifted her head. Her voice was soft, unyielding. “I won’t take it.”

Anna’s eyes narrowed to slits. “What did you say?”

“I won’t take it. Zane doesn’t want a child yet. I respect his decision.”

All those years.

Zane had always used protection. Those rare moments he lost control? He’d watched her swallow the morning–after pill himself. She’d thought he simply wasn’t ready.

Now she knew. He never wanted a child with her.

Now that she was leaving? She wouldn’t chain herself to him with his baby.

“What did you say?” Anna’s voice rose shrilly.

“I refuse.”

“Insolence!” Anna trembled with rage. “You fail as a wife! And you let Zane donate his marrow to Ivy’s mother?!” She snapped her fingers. “Bring the discipline rod!”

A servant appeared, holding a salt–soaked rattan cane.

Anna gripped it, looming over Nova. “Final chance. Will. You. Take it?”

Nova shook her head.

The first lash exploded across her back. White–hot fire seared through her nerves. Nova clenched her teeth. Sweat soaked

through her gown.

“Will you take it?!”

She clenched her jaw, refusing to take it.

Chapter 3: Poisoned Memories

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