I Swapped His Fake Gift for a Real Life novel Chapter 46

It wasn’t long before Callum returned–with his guards in tow.

A sharp slap landed across Evelyn’s face, her head snapping to the side. Before she could react, she was shoved to her

knees.

The blow came from one of his bodyguards–former military, now private muscle. The force behind his hand was

terrifying.

Her cheek flared up in red within seconds, swelling from the impact.

Callum looked down at her from above, sighing in irritation.

“Evie, how many times is this now?” His voice was low and cold. “You know I don’t lose my temper often, don’t you?”

He leaned down from the leather sofa, interlacing his fingers as he brought his mouth close to her ear.

“My patience is wearing thin. Why do you keep pushing me like this?”

Evelyn lifted her tear–blurred eyes, voice shaking.

“Callum, I didn’t push her. Can’t you see it? Estelle–she did it on purpose.”

She still believed–naively–that the man who once loved her would believe the truth if she just explained it.

But she was wrong.

He closed his eyes briefly, his face twisting into a storm.

“It doesn’t matter how it happened. Estelle got hurt. That’s the fact.”

Evelyn stared at him, stunned.

His favoritism toward Estelle ran deeper than she had imagined.

Pain tightened in her chest. Her heart throbbed as if being wrung out from the inside.

Callum raised his hand, signaling for his guards to drag her to the basement.

But before they could move–She vomited blood.

A sickening sound tore from her throat, red spilling onto the polished floor.

Callum dropped down beside her in alarm.

“Evie–what the hell?! What’s going on?”

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She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, slowly pushing him away.

She was just a placeholder. A convenient stand–in for someone he truly loved.

She should’ve stepped aside a long time ago.

“If it’s punishment you want,” she added hoarsely, “then do it. I’ll take whatever you give me.”

For the first time, something flickered in Callum’s eyes–hesitation, perhaps.

His hand twitched.

“Maybe this time, we can-”

His phone rang.

He answered. Listened.

And when he looked back at her, his eyes were hard and cold again.

“Estelle… broke her leg. The doctor says she’ll never dance again.”

Ballet. Her entire life had revolved around it.

Evelyn understood. She held out her wrists, already expecting the chains–or worse.

“You want to tie me up in front of her? Drag me to the basement again? Just do it.”

But Callum grabbed her and forced her toward the car instead.

The ride was fast. Furious.

When they arrived, Evelyn stepped out into the pouring rain, instantly recognizing where they were.

“No…” she whispered, panic rising. “Callum, don’t do this. Please–don’t touch my mother’s grave.”

He looked at her, impassive.

“You’re not listening. Evie. You’re not learning. And I’m running out of options.”

He motioned to the guards.

“Dig.”

“No! Don’t you dare–don’t touch her!”

She fought, thrashed, screamed. But Callum held her down, one hand gripping her jaw, the other wrapped around her

waist like a steel band.

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“Look carefully, sweetheart,” he said, voice venomous.

This is what happens when you disobey me.”

The earth split open.

Mud, stone, and then-

Her mother’s urn.

Jet black. Slick from the rain.

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