My Mates Chose The Other Girl novel Chapter 46

Chapter 7

Brandon stared at the DNA report like he’d just been struck by lightning. He stood there, completely numb. paralyzed.

This… this can’t be real. How could the baby have been mine?”

“I killed my own child with my own hands?”

He looked down at his palms as if they were drenched in blood, muttering to himself like a man unraveling.

I dropped the divorce papers at his feet, my voice cold and steady. The baby is gone. All I want now is a divorce. That’s

the only thing you still owe me.”

He looked at the documents like they were a death sentence.

“No… no, I won’t sign,” he said, his voice desperate.

I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “If you refuse, I’ll keep taking it to court-again and again-until you’re forced to sign.

Everything you did to me during our marriage is enough to press criminal charges.”

I paused, then slowly crouched in front of him.

“But… if you agree to the divorce now, I’ll sign the statement of leniency.”

He stared at me for a long time, dazed and broken, before finally picking up the pen. His hand trembled as he signed his

name on the line.

When he was done, he clung to the hem of my pants like a drowning man. “Rachel, I swear… once I get out. I’ll make it

right. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you-and to the baby.”

I didn’t say a word.

I slipped the divorce papers into my bag, stood up, and walked out without looking back.

Outside the police station, the sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue.

I pulled out the stock transfer agreement tucked into the divorce file and handed it straight to my attorney

“Process the divorce immediately. And sell off every single asset under Brandon Whitmore’s name.”

I didn’t even pause. I turned and walked away without looking back.

Brandon wasn’t released from custody until a month later.

The moment he was free, he raced back to what had once been our home.

Chapter 7

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“Rachel! I’m back!” he called out, nearly breathless as he shoved the door open-only to freeze.

Strangers were inside. Movers. People he’d never seen before, carrying boxes through the foyer like they owned the place.

“Who the hell are you?!” Brandon snapped. “Why are you in my house?! Who let you in?”

One of the men-middle-aged and unimpressed-looked him up and down with disgust.

“Who are you supposed to be? You look like a damn hobo.”

“This house is mine now. Just bought it last week.”

Brandon’s face went blank. “What… what did you say?”

“I said I bought this place. From the owner. Rachel Moore, I think? That woman from that viral video-the pregnant

one.”

He waved a feather duster at Brandon like swatting away a pest.

“Get lost. You seriously came here to cause trouble? You’re lucky I don’t call the cops. Don’t mess up the floors-you’re

tracking dirt everywhere.”

Brandon didn’t even fight back. He stumbled backward as the man shoved him out the door.

He landed hard on the pavement, stunned.

For a long time, he didn’t move.

Then slowly-like someone waking from a nightmare-he pulled himself upright, reached for his phone, and started

dialing.

Rachel’s number was disconnected.

He opened his messages and sent a voice note. “Rachel… you’re kidding, right? You’re just trying to scare me. Come home.

Please. I’m waiting for you.”

But the message didn’t go through. Instead, a red exclamation mark blinked beside it-like a final, silent rejection.

He stared at the screen, expression blank.

Then he called his assistant.

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