The Day I Walked Away My Empire Began novel Chapter 47

“Grandpa, don’t talk like that. It’s bad luck.”

“Don’t worry! I’ve checked my fortunes. I’ll make it to at least ninety-eight.”

Lucie fought back the ache in her chest and managed a watery smile. “No way, Grandpa. They got it wrong. You’re living to a hundred and ten, minimum.”

He chuckled. “Well, I’ll do my best.”

Just as Lucie settled into her hospital room, four orderlies heaved in a bouquet so massive it looked like a millstone blooming with flowers.

“Mrs. Heath, these are from Mr. Heath.”

Lucie’s smile vanished. “Take them out. I can’t stand the sight.” Her brow tightened, and the anger she’d been working so hard to bury rushed back with a vengeance.

Steven always knew how to put on a show.

He was every woman’s dream on the surface—thoughtful, attentive, perfect. But beneath that flawless act was something poisonous. The closer you got, the more you saw the cracks.

At first, his gestures could make you believe he was the real thin, until you realized perfection was just another mask.

Steven strolled in, Cody’s small hand in his, eyes wide and full of false regret. “Honey, I know I messed up. I mean it—I’m sorry. Please, can you forgive me?

“Cody, give Mommy the flowers.”

Cody stepped forward, clutching a little bouquet of carnations. He offered them to her with big, earnest eyes. “Mommy, I’m sorry for making you mad. I promise I’ll be good from now on.”

He glanced up, voice trembling with hope. “I want you to get better soon. Daddy and I love you more than anything.”

Lucie’s emotions swirled.

Once upon a time, gestures like this would have left her breathless with gratitude, tears spilling down her cheeks.

But ever since she learned Cody’s blood type, that invisible thread binding mother and son had begun to unravel, strand by fragile strand.

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