Bethany’s expression froze, the joy in her eyes vanishing as sheer panic took its place. The terror she felt was laid bare in front of Mitchell, and in that moment, it looked almost comical.
Though it was the height of
nothing to do with the wr, Bethany felt a chill crawl over her skin, a chill that had
She had already experienced the madness that Mitchell could descend into for Heather’s sake, twice now, and the fear of reliving it a third time made her stomach turn.
Bethany tried to put on her most innocent, harmless expression. She couldn’t let Mitchell know that she had sent those messages to Heather, though she was grateful she had already deleted the chat history.
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Trying to steady her trembling body, she spoke in the calmest tone she could muster, Mitchell, what are you talking about? I haven’t been in contact with Heather. Whatever she knows… it must’ve come from someone else.”
Without warning, Mitchell grabbed Bethany’s wrist and yanked her phone from her hand. He opened WhatsApp, and there wasn’t even a trace of Heather in Bethany’s contacts, much less the provocative messages he had already seen.
Bethany’s hand trembled as she snatched the phone back, but her voice quivered as she said, See? I told you, how could I
Mitchell cut her off with a mocking laugh, yanking her by the wrist and pulling her up, lifting her off her feet.
“Bethany, do you really think I’ll believe a couple of excuses from you? If there was no evidence, do you think I’d be here now?”
He shoved the chat history Heather had forwarded to him right in front of her face.
Bethany’s face drained of color, her knees going weak as she struggled to keep herself upright. She was barely standing, her body teetering near the stairs. If Mitchell let go of her, she would tumble down..
Tears welled in her eyes as she choked on a sob.
“Mitchell, please, let me stand… I’m carrying your children… I didn’t mean to send those messages. I was just jealous of Heather. I didn’t want to see you marry someone else because I love you so much. Please, Mitchell, forgive me.”
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Desperately, she clutched his wrist with the hand that wasn’t being held. Her mind was frantic, terrified that he would let go and let her fall.
Mitchell’s gaze remained cold, not an ounce of sympathy in his eyes as he looked down at her, begging for mercy.
“You could’ve enjoyed what you’ve gotten, but you’re too greedy, trying to push Heather aside
and take her place. Now you’ll lose it all.”
With those words, Mitchell lifted his other hand, covering the one Bethany was desperately holding onto. One by one, he pried her fingers off
“Now that Heather is gone, do you still think you deserve to carry my children?”
Bethany’s lips trembled as her fear escalated. The maid who had opened the door earlier
