The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 47

Chapter 3

“Claire, the honeymoon suite you stayed in? The bedsheets still reeked of the night Lucas and I spent

together.”

“Didn’t Lucas swear he’d fall asleep holding you every night? Want me to prove I can make him leave you

with a snap of my fingers?”

Clarissa’s voice message made my stomach churn.

“Ugh-”

I had just thrown up when the door was flung open.

“Cece? Morning sickness got worse? I’ll make something light for you right away!” Lucas rushed in.

Soon, he returned with a steaming bowl of barley soup, its nutty aroma filling the air.

He’d learned the recipe from a Michelin chef just for me–turning down three major acquisition deals for this

one dish.

His eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms like before.

Seeing my indifference, he froze for a moment.

Then, as if his hands remembered what his heart no longer did, he began massaging my temples.

“Lucas,” I suddenly asked, “Is there anything you’ve lied to me about? If you-”

Lucas… I’ll give you one last chance–for the time I jumped out a window, and you broke three ribs catching

1. me.

“What nonsense are you talking about? You and the baby are my everything.”

I looked at his flawless performance and found it laughable.

Lucas studied my face closely, then chuckled.

“I knew it–you say these things just to get me to coax you.”

Then he leaned in, trying to kiss me.

A sudden thunderclap cracked outside.

Linstinctively shrank under the blanket.

I hadn’t cried from thunder in years.

Ever since meeting Lucas, I thought I’d found the safety of a home.

But now, tears flowed uncontrollably.

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Lucas held me tight. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

His embrace was still warm, but I was trembling with cold.

Just then, a servant came running in, whispering something in Lucas’s ear.

His face darkened instantly, though he tried to appear calm.

“Can’t you see she’s resting?”

He lightly patted my back but kept glancing toward the door.

“Sleep, I’ll stay here with you.”

But once he thought I had “fallen asleep,” he left without a backward glance.

In the dark, my phone lit up again and again.

Clarissa’s photos flooded in–each one more nauseating than the last..

Crumpled bedsheets, Lucas’s bare back, and details too vile to describe.

The final voice message was breathy and smug:

[Claire, Lucas hasn’t touched you since you got pregnant, right? But he just can’t resist me–he had me three

times just now…]

[Oh, and I heard Lucas hasn’t named your baby yet? Our baby is called Mia.]

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