Chapter 10
Realizing the date on the abortion certificate, James grabbed Rachel by the throat, his eyes turning savage.
“What happened between you and Emily at the hotel that day? What did you say to her?”
“She had the abortion right after your confrontation. What the hell did you tell her?”
It was the first time he’d ever been violent with Rachel.
Terrified but trying to maintain composure, she stammered, “You’re overreacting! What could I possibly have said? She attacked me out of jealousy because I was marrying you. You saw it yourself!”
“Someone like her–so desperate and pathetic–would do anything to claw her way into your family. She’d eliminate any obstacle. Don’t let her manipulate you.”
James knew Rachel better than she knew herself. One look at her eyes told him she was lying.
He maintained his grip and ordered his assistant to retrieve the hotel security footage immediately.
Rachel’s heart sank. A flash of malice crossed her face. He was investigating her for that breeding cow?
She kept talking, desperate to distract him. “James, it’s our wedding day. Don’t ruin everything for
someone who doesn’t matter. Please.”
“I’ve seen girls like Emily in med school–they’ll do anything to climb the social ladder. She doesn’t
actually care about you–just your status and bank account.”
James remained unmoved, studying this new version of Rachel–no longer poised and elegant, but vicious and desperate.
A realization dawned on him: This is what I’ve worshipped all these years?
Whatever happened, Emily’s baby–his baby–died because of Rachel.
Not only did she feel no remorse, but she seemed proud of it.
Emily was nothing like Rachel described. She’d never asked him for money.
She’d accepted being a secret wife with no wedding, no recognition. Even after discovering his betrayal and learning about his wedding to Rachel, she hadn’t confronted him or made demands.
For the first time, James felt the true weight of what he’d done to Emily.
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