Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 9

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

Chase Whitmore had a mistress, and Nora Langston had made the choice to turn a blind eye.

While he adorned his lover with exquisite jewelry and rare collectibles, Nora found herself cradling their daughter, Jamie, in her arms, gazing up at the vast expanse of stars scattered across the night sky.

When he orchestrated a drone-lit birthday extravaganza that left the entire town of Bellwood in awe, she was thousands of miles away, enjoying a vacation in Zurich with their little girl.

And when he brought that same mistress into his office, engaging in illicit affairs behind closed doors, Nora sat in the dim light of her living room, watching the security footage with a stone-cold expression. After a few moments, she turned off the screen, her heart heavy with betrayal.

It was only when that mistress, consumed by jealousy, kidnapped Jamie—leading to a harrowing fall off a cliff that landed both of them in the hospital—that the fragile threads of their lives began to unravel completely.

Nora raced through the hospital corridors, her heart pounding with fear. She arrived just in time to hear the doctor’s grave words to Chase: “The blood supply is critically low. We can only save one—either the child or the adult.”

Chase hesitated, a flicker of panic crossing his face as he met Nora’s piercing gaze. Finally, with a voice barely above a whisper, he uttered, “Save the child.”

Nora watched, her heart aching as he signed the form, his hand trembling ever so slightly. He paused for a full thirty seconds, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air.

In the end, he wrote down their daughter’s name.

A soft exhale escaped Nora’s lips as she turned to face Chase—the man she had devoted a decade of her life to loving.

“Chase, do you even remember the promises you made to me?” she asked, her voice laced with fury.

She glared at him, her heart filled with a mix of anger and disappointment.

For ten long years, she had chased after him, always ready to cater to his needs. Just hearing that he hadn’t eaten dinner would send her racing across the city to prepare his favorite porridge. When he suffered injuries after a race and lost a significant amount of blood, she nearly drained herself to donate to him. Yet, despite all her sacrifices, he had always found her nothing more than an annoyance.

Then came the financial crisis that struck the Whitmore Group, forcing him to marry her as a means of saving the company.

The day she arrived at the courthouse, her heart brimming with joy, only to be met with his cold declaration: “Marriages in families like ours are all about mutual benefit. I will never give you real love. You’d best abandon that fantasy.”

On the eve of their wedding, she was cornered into signing a contract—a marriage bound by terms.

They were to fulfill all marital duties and enjoy the privileges of husband and wife, save for fidelity.

Yet, one rule remained unbroken: his affairs must never touch their family.

For years, they adhered to that rule, even as Chase flitted from one woman to another without a care. Nora never once interfered, maintaining her silence, but there was one thing she could not endure—him endangering their daughter.

“I’m sorry,” Chase attempted to explain, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t expect Camila to go that far. She saw our family photo this morning and lost it… acted on impulse…”

Nora’s hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white. After a long, tense silence, she finally spoke, her voice steady but full of menace, “If you can’t keep your woman in check, I’ll do it for you. And trust me, I won’t be gentle.”

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