The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 54

“That night you insisted on night–fishing and got your foot grazed by coral.

I carried you three kilometers back to the hotel.

You lay on my back and said, ‘Lucas, I want you to spoil me like this forever.“”

“Last New Year’s Eve, you said we should see the northern and southern auroras together.

This year’s… Eve…”

His voice broke.

Tears fell freely, shattering any image of the composed elite.

“You said you wanted a child who looked like me…”

“Maybe you forgot why I gave you the Heart of True Love.

We watched Titanic–you pointed at the Heart of the Ocean and said you wanted a love token like that.

I flew to London that night, camped at Halston Auctioneers for three days straight…”

“That little girl I raised with all my care… has really left me?”

I looked into his bloodshot eyes and slowly shook my head.

“Lucas, you remember all those things…

But you conveniently forgot how much I hate being lied to.”

Because it reminded me of Edward-

How he lied to my mother her whole life, until it killed her.

Lucas’s eyes turned crimson. He screamed in despair:

“Cece! For the child’s sake! Just give me one last chance! I’m the biological father!”

I took a deep breath and said calmly:

“You lost the right to speak of this child.

If not for Damien, the baby wouldn’t have survived.”

Lucas froze, clearly not understanding.

“Move.”

“My wife gets nauseous at the sight of trash.”

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Damien stepped forward, lifting me into his arms and settling me into the car.

He climbed in after me.

Outside, Lucas pounded the car window in desperation.

Inside, Damien kissed me deeply, his voice hoarse:

“Don’t get distracted. Just think of me.”

The kiss was filled with surprising tenderness.

His breath was warm.

When it finally calmed, he whispered:

“If I told you I’ve waited for you since your 18th debutante ball–would you believe me?”

My heart skipped.

He’d attended as a guest–indifferent the entire time.

I only remembered him rejecting my toast, saying:

“Young girls shouldn’t drink this.”

“So all these years, you were-”

His lips brushed my ear.

“Waiting for a chance. Waiting for you to need me.”

Rain began falling again.

But this time, someone held the umbrella for me.

Lucas drowned himself in glass after glass of liquor-

Until Mr. Thompson handed him Clarissa’s phone.

Only then did he realize–their affair had long been exposed.

Thompson had even unearthed surveillance footage from that small hospital.

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