The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 261

Margot stood rooted to the spot, watching the family of three disappear from her line of sight.

She touched her own face, murmuring in a low, hollow voice.

"I'm the fake-"

For the sake of this slight resemblance, she had racked her brains and suffered endlessly over the past four years.

Yet, Rhys refused to give her even a passing glance. Now that the original had returned, all she received was his "pity."

"I'm not the pitiful one."

Margot tried to laugh, but the sound died in her throat as panic tightened around her chest.

That familiar agony was back. Clutching her chest, she swayed unsteadily, cold sweat instantly beading on her forehead.

Panicked, she lowered her head, her trembling hands fumbling frantically through her bag.

The small medicine bottle was buried deep, hidden beneath lipstick tubes, a compact, and car keys that seemed to conspire against her. The more anxious she got, the more her hands shook, until the contents of her purse spilled all over the floor.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Passersby cast strange looks her way, and the lobby manager, noticing the commotion, stepped forward to help.

"Don't come near me!" Margot shrieked.

The manager, taken aback by her aggression, hesitated, unsure whether to advance or retreat. He eventually spoke into his radio, likely alerting security to keep an eye on the unstable woman.

She crouched on the floor, retrieved the bottle, shook out two pills, and swallowed them dry, throwing her head back.

It was supposed to get better, wasn't it?

Dr. Warren had said that as long as she took her medication on time and avoided emotional stress, she could maintain her condition.

So why did it still hurt this much?

She had spent a fortune, even paying off the doctor to alter her medical records. If that mercenary old man Eric, or that snob Veronica West, found out she was permanently broken, what value would she have left in the family?

She would fade back into being the invisible nobody no one cared about.

The medicine was slow to kick in, and her heartbeat wouldn't settle.

Margot braced herself against the cold marble floor, gasping for air, her vision blurring.

Once she caught her breath, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she managed to acquire every time he changed it.

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