The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 46

Lucas was sweet as ever–so flawless it almost made me question whether the venomous words I just heard

were all in my head.

I opened my mouth, wanting to talk about the divorce agreement…

Then I realized: our marriage certificate was fake. I didn’t even have the right to ask for a divorce.

Just then, I heard a delicate voice on the other end:

“Honey, my back hurts… the baby’s kicking me…”

Lucas’s voice cracked slightly–a rare slip in his always–polished demeanor.

“Baby, something urgent came up. I’ll be with you soon.”

He hung up before I could respond.

I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting in the living room when the villa’s front door finally opened.

My father and Lucas walked in, still wearing traces of joy on their faces.

“Cece, I had these specially made for you in Velvaria,” my father said.

Lucas knelt before me, massaging my swollen ankles.

“Why didn’t you go for the checkup? Are you upset we didn’t come? I’ll have the hospital director do a home

visit tomorrow, okay?”

After they finished speaking and noticed I wasn’t saying a word, both paused.

Lucas gave a subtle shake of his head–signaling that the news of his wedding to Clarissa hadn’t leaked.

I handed Lucas a document. “Sign this.”

My father said jealously, “Now my daughter only wants gifts from her husband, not her old man?”

Lucas didn’t even look at the paper. He signed with a flourish.

“What’s mine is yours. No need for formalities.”

He smiled as he handed it back.

Just then, both their phones rang at once.

Father patted my shoulder: “We’ve got an urgent issue at the company–we’re heading to Building B.”

Lucas kissed the top of my head. “We had it expanded for you, so Dad and I can work and still be close to

you.”

They exchanged a look and vanished through the door in a flurry of footsteps.

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Two fresh “Newlyweds” pins fell from their pockets as they left–a cruel reminder that tonight was their

wedding night.

I looked down at the document: Biological father voluntarily relinquishes all parental rights.

Bitterness welled up in my chest. I laughed through tears.

From this moment, the child in my womb had no ties to Lucas.

1, Claire, knew how to love–and how to let go.

Wiping away my last tear, I called Attorney Hayes.

“Ms. Hayes, I want to end the trust management early. Also–cut off all resources to Reed International.”

“Miss Claire, once the succession process begins, 72% of the Whitmore Corporation’s shares will be under

your name within ten days,” she replied.

Then she added, “When your mother passed… she arranged airtight asset separation. Ms. Simmons won’t

get a single cent from the Whitmore Corporation.”

I hung up after a quiet “okay.”

The year my mother died, my father wept in front of her shrine, slapping his face over and over, claiming he’d

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