After the wedding, my billionaire husband insisted on sleeping with 99 different starlets every year. At a gala, Chad accidentally shattered a wine glass and demanded that I, eight months pregnant, get on my knees and clean it up for the "it" girl. As the live stream camera focused on me, my water suddenly broke in front of a million viewers. The "it" girl shrieked and jumped back, "Get a shot of her skirt! That's so gross!" That night, I hemorrhaged in a nearby restroom and delivered a stillborn baby. Meanwhile, back in the ballroom, my husband was toasting champagne with Brittany, his flavor of the week. I wrapped the dead infant in a napkin and handed it to my mother-in-law. My voice was calm. "I did what you wanted. I delivered the first heir to the Lancaster fortune. Now, can I leave?" 1. My mother-in-law wept, cradling the lifeless bundle. "Honey, is there really no turning back? Chad's just blind and stupid, but he's not a bad person, can't you..." A notification popped up on my phone. It was a live stream of Chad down on one knee, proposing to Brittany, the "it" girl. Fireworks exploded as he sincerely kissed her dress. Brittany, teary-eyed, flashed a diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg, already sporting a new designer gown. "Who said Chad was secretly married? This is the proposal! Call me Mrs. Lancaster from now on," she cooed. The internet went wild. Brittany, overwhelmed by the "Mrs. Lancaster" comments, blushed and hid behind Chad. The comments got bolder. "We need to see Chad and his 'Mrs.' kiss!" Chad acted as if I didn’t exist. He pulled Brittany in for a sloppy kiss right in front of the camera. My mother-in-law choked. She thought I'd freak out and grabbed my wrist. "Honey, I'm done. I never should have forced Chad to marry you. Leave. Be free." But I wasn't angry. All my life force had drained away when I delivered that stillborn. "Maybe wait until after the funeral..." Looking at the cold little body in my mother-in-law's arms, my heart ached. Once the baby was buried, Chad’s cruelty would never hurt me again! I agreed. My mother-in-law immediately called Chad. "Mom, I knew you'd call. The proposal was just for Brittany. Is Hope giving you trouble again? Can't she just leave me alone..." "Chad, you need to come home in three days, or you'll regret it." A woman moaned in the background, and Chad laughed. "Are you going to drug me again at the old house? Can Hope handle it with her baby bump?" "Get back here for your son's funeral! Hope had a miscarriage!" The line went silent for a second. Then, the moaning started again. "Oh, she can just get in line. She can have another one," he said casually. My mother-in-law slammed the phone down. "Honey, leave after the funeral." Chapter 2 Chad, unable to reach my mother-in-law, surprisingly came home. "I heard about the miscarriage. How are you? You're young. You can have another one." I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white. This was the first time in five years he had offered to give me a child. I would have been thrilled before, but now, I didn't want it. I said coldly, "No thanks. I don't want to have your baby." Chad's anger exploded. "Hope, I just offered you a kid! Isn't that enough? Who do you think you are?" He shoved me onto the couch, ripping at my shirt. "You've always wanted a baby, right? Here, I'll give you one. You'll be happy now!" I pushed him off, slapping him. "Chad, I don't want you anymore!" You! I don't want you! The baby, I don't want it! This "Mrs. Lancaster" title! I don't want it either! Chad sneered, "Don't want it! You think I believe that? You just wanted to trap me with a kid. Don't pretend you don't care. If you don't want to, plenty of other women do!" He brought Brittany home to provoke me. Unlike his other flings, Brittany was pregnant. I was drinking a medicinal broth when Chad walked in. "Brittany's pregnant. She's moving in. You have experience, so take care of her." I laughed. Experience? Eight months of a stillbirth experience? Seeing my lack of reaction, Chad frowned and ordered the butler to prepare a room for Brittany. Brittany pinched her nose at my soup spoon and threw it on the floor. "Oh, is Hope so weak she can't hold a spoon? I'm afraid you'll never be able to carry a baby.” She wasn't the first to insult me. The other women had taunted me the same way. I used to beat them to a pulp. But I felt nothing now. Brittany, ignored, felt like a fool. When Chad returned, she grabbed my wrist and shoved the bowl onto the floor. Then, she screamed and fell. "Hope! I just wanted a sip of your soup. Are you trying to kill Chad's baby?" The usual act. I used to cry and explain that it wasn't me. But now, I calmly ladled another bowl and poured it over her head. If she wanted to eat, then she could eat. Brittany shrieked, covered in broth. Chad grabbed me, throwing the bowl. "Hope, are you jealous that she can have my baby? What's wrong with you?” The broken shards sliced my wrist, and blood gushed out. I fell onto the glass. Chad picked up Brittany, yelling at me. "Apologize to Brittany!" The blood ran down my arm and dripped on the floor. Apologize? I picked up a shard and plunged it into the wound, staring at Chad as I slowly widened the cut. Chad hated my seemingly obedient but defiant attitude. He sneered. "Trying to make me feel sorry for you? You're overdoing it. One cut on your right wrist isn't enough. Want a few on your left?" I laughed and said "Okay." Then, I pulled up my sleeve, revealing my prosthetic arm. Brittany gasped, and Chad frowned, his eyes wide. "Why do you have a prosthetic arm?" My left arm had been crushed five years ago saving Chad. He had panicked, finding the best doctors to fit me with a lifelike prosthetic. But the night I was forced to marry him, he had looked at my arm with disgust. "Using your arm to guilt me. Now you're Mrs. Lancaster. Don't let me see that metal thing again!" I wore long sleeves whenever I saw Chad. He had forgotten that I had lost an arm. I thought he would feel guilty. Instead, he scoffed. "You finally brought out the prosthetic to guilt me? Want me to feel bad and treat you better? Fine. You win." Looking at his smirk, I laughed. Yes, I was winning. I'd be free in three days. Chapter 3 Chad took Brittany to the hospital. I went to my room to pack. I realized that nothing held a shared memory of Chad and me. I opened a basket and took out a baby shoe. The thread was a gift from him. That was all. No love, no wedding. The wedding photos were fake. The pregnancy was the result of being drugged. Five years of misery. I needed to end it. "What cute baby shoes!" Brittany appeared behind me, snatching the shoe. Chad stood there, glancing at me indifferently. "Worthless. She bought them for the baby." Like always, Chad dismissed me. "She was sent here to have my baby." I used to cry and wait for Chad to love me again. But I was done. Chad continued. "If you like it, our baby can wear it." Brittany threw the shoe down and clutched her stomach. "Chad, my stomach hurts. The baby's things are bad luck. We can't keep it here!" He glared at the shoe. "Burn it." I tried to stop him. I watched as Chad threw the shoe into the fire. The love was gone. It was just a shoe. I went to get my passport expedited. When I returned, Chad saw it. "Why do you need a passport?" I was startled. "To take my mom on vacation." He looked surprised, then scoffed. "The funeral's in two days, and you're going on vacation." "You're heartless!" I was a heartless fool. I burned myself for love, but Chad didn’t care. That night, Chad came to my room and threw a black card at me. He said he was sorry and that he shouldn't have hurt me. Then, he pushed me onto the bed. "Come on! Brittany's pregnant, so I'll satisfy your baby fever." I felt sick. I slapped him. "Don't touch me! I don't want your baby! Get out!" Chad paused, studying me. I glared back. "Get out!" Chad laughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Other women sleep with me for free. Now I'm offering you a black card, and you're complaining. You're expensive!" He pinned my hands. "Chad, you're cheap. I think you're disgusting. I don't want your kids!" Chad grabbed my chin. "I gave you two chances! Other women line up to sleep with me and have my babies!" "Don't regret it! You weren't meant to be a mother!" Chad slammed my arm into the bed. I wiped my mouth. "Chad! I won't regret it! I hope you do!" I packed my bags. Two days. Chad, I will be free! Chapter 4 I made it to the funeral. I placed flowers on the grave. Chad walked in with Brittany, then she pulled Chad away so we could be alone. I knew she was up to no good. But I was leaving soon. Brittany whispered, "You're finally going to be famous!" She swallowed pills and slapped herself, pretending to fall. Blood stained her dress. Reporters rushed in, live streaming. "Why?! Why did you hurt my baby?!" "How can you be so proud? Even if you love my husband, you can't force me to have an abortion. Please don't hurt my baby..." Brittany screamed. "Is it because Chad rejected you?" "Did you force her to have an abortion? Are you going to jail?" She had paid them off. I didn't understand why she would sacrifice her child to hurt me. Chad tied me up and made me kneel in front of Brittany's bed. "You're evil. You forced Brittany to have an abortion. She's a star. You ruined her life!" "She's kind, but I'm not. Kneel and apologize!" Apologize? I laughed. "She wants me to explain?" Brittany was pale and weak. "I just want a sincere apology. Is the mother of the Lancaster heir not worth your repentance?" Chad squeezed my jaw. "Think before you speak, or you won't leave this room!" "If I apologize, I can leave?" "Yes, if Brittany forgives you." I nodded. "Don't touch me. I'm apologizing." I knelt. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lancaster. I loved Chad and schemed to break you up. But you and Chad are meant to be, and a mistress can never break that." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lancaster. I was jealous and poisoned you. I killed the Lancaster heir. I'm a murderer!" I banged my head on the floor. Brittany smiled. Chad frowned at the blood. "Stop it!" "Want me to regret this?” He started to pull me up, but I continued banging my head on the floor. She ordered Chad to move the patient to another room She did not want me to escape her, [Pricing Point Here] Chapter 5 "What?" "Hope, she died from banging her head on the floor!" Chad laughed. "You can't die from hitting your head. She's trying to scare me. I'll go see her." Seeing that Chad didn't believe him, the guard fell silent. Chad saw my body being wheeled into the morgue. He lost it, barging into the morgue and screaming at them to not touch me. The nurse called my mother-in-law. She arrived and slapped him. "Why can't she die? You tortured her. Let her be free! Chad, I'm in charge of the funeral. You can't see her again!" Chad returned to the room and saw my blood. He vomited blood. He curled up on the floor, crying. "Hope, I'm sorry. Hope, please come back." "I'll bang my head a million times. Please come back, I was wrong..." The guards couldn't move him. Reporters snapped photos of him crying. "Chad, isn't Hope a mistress? Why are you crying?" "Mrs. Lancaster lost the baby. Are you suing Hope?" Chad snapped. He punched a reporter and yelled, "Hope isn't a mistress! She's my wife, Mrs. Lancaster!" The internet exploded. #Chad and Hope Married for Five Years. The Mistress is the Real Mrs. Lancaster. #Real Wife's Miscarriage. Mistress Pregnant. Stealing the Identity. #Brittany Fakes Pregnancy. Everyone knew the truth. Chad was drunk, remembering our first meeting. I grew up in Chad's orphanage. The children were raised to be servants. I was skilled, so I was sent to work for Chad. I lost my arm saving him. We fell in love in the mountains, hiding from kidnappers. My mother-in-law wanted Chad to marry me. But someone accused me of colluding with the kidnappers. Chad believed it. He canceled the wedding and tore up the marriage certificate. My mother-in-law forced him to marry me. He was a victim, saying, "Hope, do you think I didn't see the greed? Do you think I did not see you with the kidnappers?I am not going to give you a penny of my fortune!" "Beg me for a baby, or you'll be a widow forever!" My dream wedding became a tomb. I wanted a divorce, but my mother-in-law refused. I had to have a baby. So, I tried to sleep with Chad. He hated me and wouldn't come home. My mother-in-law drugged Chad, and I got pregnant. In the third month, I gave Chad the pregnancy test. He choked me and forced me to swallow an abortion pill. "I said you could only have a baby if I wanted you to!" My mother-in-law saved me, whipping him. Chad cried. "Hope's baby must have been cute..." The baby was dead. He had killed it. I had given birth in a bathroom and was left for dead, he was with Brittany. "Hope must have been in pain, and I was with another woman. I should have been with her. I'll die with her!" Chad saw evidence that Brittany had faked the pregnancy and paid off the reporters. He kidnapped Brittany and made her apologize. She died from banging her head on the floor. Her death was hidden. Chad wasn't allowed to attend my funeral. So, on the same day, he had a wedding. He held my photo, admitting I was his wife. He had cheated on me many times, and Brittany was just one of them. He had forced me to apologize. He was hated, and the Lancaster's stock plummeted. Someone sent him a photo from the orphanage. The woman's face looked just like mine. Chad offered a million for information about me. He was crazy. "Hope, you're not dead. I'll find you!"
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