From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 57

**Chapter 6**

A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd, a palpable tension igniting the air as Ethan’s words sliced through the gathering like a sharpened blade. The instant his voice broke the fragile silence, it felt as if an old wound had been torn open anew, sending a familiar, agonizing ache surging through my chest.

The baby… oh, how I had fought tooth and nail for the mere chance to bring a child into this world.

Yet to Ethan, my pain was nothing more than a tool for manipulation, a weapon he wielded with cruel precision to assert that I remained forever shackled to him, unable to escape the chains of our past.

Beside me, Sebastian stood like an unyielding fortress, his arm encircling my waist with a warmth that felt both protective and empowering. The gentle, reassuring circles of his hand on my back were a balm against the tempest swirling around us, a reminder that I was not alone in this battle.

Ethan’s glare was a smoldering fire, fixated on Sebastian’s hand resting on me, his expression contorted with fury as if he wished to incinerate that very touch with the heat of his disdain.

“Charlotte, you’ve truly outdone yourself! You know full well that Sebastian and I can’t stand each other, so you’ve dragged him into this pathetic charade to win me back?”

His voice dripped with contempt, each word a deliberate thrust aimed straight at my heart.

“And you, Sebastian—are you completely out of your mind? Playing along with her little games? What did she dangle in front of you to make this farce worth your time?”

Sebastian’s laughter rang out, cold and dismissive, slicing through the tension like a knife. “Ethan, you’re the one who’s lost touch with reality. My wife doesn’t need to reside in YOUR house anymore.”

With a grand flourish, Sebastian gestured to his assistant, who promptly stepped forward, presenting a hefty stack of property deeds.

Each document bore my name, a testament to Sebastian’s unwavering commitment to me.

“Every single one of these properties is now yours, sweetheart. The beach house, the penthouse, the historic mansion—whatever you desire, whenever your heart wishes for it.”

A wave of envy swept through the crowd, gasps of disbelief mingling with murmurs of admiration:

“Those properties are worth billions. Sebastian isn’t playing around.”

“It seems he truly values Charlotte as his most cherished possession.”

“Some people just have all the luck.”

As I stood there, a warmth blossomed within me, knowing Sebastian was fearlessly standing up for me. It ignited something deep inside, a flicker of hope amidst the chaos.

Yet Ethan remained obstinate, disbelief etched across his face. “This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

“Charlotte took a knife for me! She endured the agony of watching me have children with another woman! Everyone knows how deeply she cares for me—she would never actually marry you!”

A realization dawned on me as I saw the accusation glimmer in his eyes. “I understand now—you two must have struck some underhanded deal behind the scenes, haven’t you? Sebastian, Charlotte is damaged goods, and she can’t even bear children! Your family’s bloodline hangs by a thread—are you really willing to let it end completely?”

Sebastian’s expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes, but before he could unleash his wrath, I struck Ethan across the face with a resounding slap that echoed in the charged atmosphere.

If it weren’t for him, I would still have had the chance to be a mother.

What was once a symbol of our love had morphed into a source of shame and despair.

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