Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 172

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn**
**Chapter 172: Belinda Breaks Free**

Cynthia tilted her head, her expression shifting as if she were the one bestowing mercy in this twisted scenario. “You’re a good girl, Adriana. Just walk away from Curtis. Go carve out your own path. Your life could still blossom into something beautiful.”

Adriana felt a fire ignite within her, her eyes blazing with indignation. “That doesn’t absolve you of the crime you’ve forced upon your own daughter!” she shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief.

Cynthia’s smirk deepened, a cruel twist of her lips that sent shivers down Adriana’s spine. “Oh really? And what evidence do you think you possess?” Her smile morphed into something sinister. “Even if you did have proof, do you genuinely believe Curtis would ever turn me in? I’ve always held a higher place in his heart than you ever will.”

Her voice sharpened, slicing through the tension in the air. “You’re nothing but a pawn in his game. Just a vessel he needed. That’s all you are.”

“I have proof,” Belinda’s voice quaked as she stepped forward, her cheeks stained with tears. “I have evidence that I pushed Adriana down the stairs.”

Cynthia’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter disbelief. “What did you just say?”

Belinda’s voice trembled, yet it held a steely resolve. “You told me Adriana would only find happiness if she lost the baby. You said I owed you, and I had to repay that debt. Well, I did what you wanted. I did it. So now, I don’t owe you anything, right?”

Her chest heaved as she took a step back, the weight of her words lifting a burden she had carried for too long. “I’m not yours anymore. I’m finally free, aren’t I?”

A flicker of hope ignited within her. *I can finally escape this cage, can’t I?*

Cynthia froze, her confidence shattering like fragile glass, yet she stubbornly clung to her delusions. She was convinced that Curtis cared for Adriana solely because of the child.

Without that baby, she believed, Adriana would hold no value to him. Or at least, that was her warped perception.

“Police!” a voice boomed from the hallway, cutting through the tension. “We received a report of assault resulting in miscarriage.”

Belinda turned toward the officers, tears cascading down her cheeks. “It was me. I called. I pushed her. I made her lose the baby. I’m confessing.”

Her voice cracked as she pointed accusingly at Adriana’s bed.

Adriana’s heart plummeted. She felt frozen in place, unable to move.

*Belinda called the police herself?*

She was still in school. This could land her in prison.

*Was she truly opting for incarceration over her mother’s suffocating control?*

The sight was unbearable to witness.

“Belinda, have you lost your mind?” Cynthia shrieked, her voice breaking as she lunged toward her daughter. She turned to the officers, desperation lacing her words. “I swear, she’s just a child! She doesn’t understand what she’s saying!”

“I’m not lying,” Belinda insisted through her sobs, her resolve unwavering. “There are cameras in the house.”

Cynthia’s face drained of color, panic setting in as she turned to Adriana. “Say something! Please! She’s just a child! She still has her education to think about!”

Adriana regarded her mother with a cold, calm demeanor. Now she remembers her daughter is merely a kid?

*Where was that maternal instinct when she urged Belinda to destroy another woman’s life?*

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