Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 313

Jace froze when he heard those words. He reached out for Remy, desperate to catch her, but she moved too fast, slipping out of his grasp like she had expected it all along.

Phil just gave Tim a look, and Tim shoved Jace back hard, keeping him in check.

“Step back!”

Jace, usually so composed and dignified, now looked completely lost. All that confidence had vanished. He looked like someone who had lost everything, and it was clear he knew it too.

But none of that mattered to him now. He realized Tim was the same bodyguard who had been with Wiona recently. And with Remy here too, it finally clicked. Conrad had his eyes on Wiona from the start.

Panic roared in his chest. He pushed out his words, almost begging, “What does she know? Did you tell her?”

“No, absolutely not…”

Remy already knew the truth about Wiona’s pregnancy, but she wasn’t about to spill it. Ms. Morgan hadn’t said a thing, obviously keeping the secret as her own backup plan. Remy had no intention of ruining that for her.

With her arms crossed, Remy’s voice was cold. “Ms. Morgan never needed all those daily injections. Every single one was your order. You told me to watch her and make sure she never missed a shot or a day.”

She looked him straight in the eye. “Did you think I’d keep that secret for you? She figured out a long time ago that all those bruises on her stomach were because of you. You just wanted her to suffer. No woman could ever forgive something like that.”

Remy backed away, a strange little smile curling on her lips. “And you know what? If you hadn’t hired me, Mr. Sullivan would never have found the woman of his dreams so easily. So, really, thanks for that, Mr. Salisbury.”

Every word was a knife, and Jace felt them all. He felt like he was falling into a dark pit, regret and pain tearing him apart from the inside.

He turned away and stumbled through the snow, lost. He didn’t even know where he dropped his umbrella. Snow piled on his shoulders and hair, soaking through his suit.

After a while, he clutched his chest, barely able to breathe. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, the pain overwhelming him. He coughed, and blood splattered onto the white road, bright as spilled paint.

He stared at the bloody snow in his hands, his mind blank. How had things with Wiona ended up like this?

His memories came rushing back. Ever since they got married, he had been prejudiced, cold, and always distant. He had only ever given her the bare minimum, always guarded, always plotting. Even the pregnancy had been a lie, a trap.

She still didn’t know, did she? The babies she was carrying weren’t even hers by blood. The shame crashed over him, harder than ever, when he remembered they were his and Kellen’s children.

He had thought if he could just keep Kellen quiet, the secret would stay buried. Wiona would think they were her own babies, and she would love them with all her heart. Even after the divorce, he thought the kids would bring them back together somehow. That was his excuse for everything.

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