Chapter 18
“Magnus, you’ve already mamed Colette: stop coming here every single day to share Camille with me! Keep tuming a blind eye to her like this, sooner or later, she’ll catch on!!
“From now on, you can only come to our room on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. The rest of the days… Camille belongs to me, and me alone!‘Y
Colette Moore stood frozen at the comer of the room, a bowl of hangover soup in her trembling hands. Her heart skipped a beat, no, several as Spencer Ferrero’s words sank into her like cold steel
The one speaking was Spencer, the man who was once her fiance.
And the “Magnus” he spoke of was none other than his younger brother Also, her current husband.
That night, what should have been her wedding night with Spencer, fate had played its cruelest joke:
Magnus Ferrero, drunk beyond reason, had stumbled into the wrong room. Blindfolded and completely unaware, Colette had fallen victim to a mistake neither of them saw coming.
Just as things spiraled out of control, Spencer had barged in, dragging along a noisy crowd of relatives who were stirring up trouble during the wedding celebration.
And there they were, utterly exposed, stripped of dignity and innocence, tangled in the worst misunderstanding of their lives &
Without missing a beat, Spencer had raised his phone, his hands steady, his heart cold, capturing every piece of their disgrace. Then, mercilessly, he threw their shame online for the world to see.
Then and there, he shattered his lifelong engagement with Colette, a promise sealed since childhood, and without hesitation, proposed to the housekeeper’s daughter right before everyone’s eyes.
Overnight, Colette became the talk of the town, a walking joke, a name laced with ridicule.S
They called her shameless. They accused her of sleeping with her fiance’s brother on what was supposed to be her wedding night.||
At the lowest point of her life, when all hope had drained from her veins, Magnus, the man she had unknowingly spent that night with stepped forward like a storm breaking through her darkest sky.!!!
Without flinching, he shouldered the blame and declared he would marry her in his brother’s place.
Colette’s heart trembled
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It felt like a drowning soul clinging desperately to a lifeline thrown at the final moment. Without hesitation, she registered her marriage with Magnus.
And just like he had promised, Magnus treated her like treasure. He was gentle, patient, and endlessly doting.
But now, that very man, who had once been her safe harbor, slammed his fist into the wall like a lion driven to madness.
“Spencer! I know you love Camille and want her all to yourself, but we had a deal! As long as I helped you break off your engagement with Colette, you promised to let me into your world, to be part of your relationship!”
“To make it up to Colette, I’ve already given her a title, a name, everything she ever wanted. I’ve been playing the perfect husband, and she doesn’t suspect anything! How dare you use her to threaten me, to keep me away from Camille!”
Colette shrank back into the comer, her tears falling like broken pearls, silent, endless, burning hot.
Only now did she realize that night had never been an accident.X
Everything Magnus had done since then had been nothing but a well–crafted to.
Just like his brother, his heart and eyes had long been filled with only one person, the housekeeper’s daughter, Camille Blanc.
Blinded by their fury, the two men failed to notice the subtle movement in the comer. Their voices grew louder, their anger boiling over, almost coming to blows
But just then, the door to Spencer’s bedroom quietly creaked open.
A girl with a sweet face and a graceful figure stepped out, draped in a thin spaghetti–strap nightgown that clung to her like moonlight.
The moment she appeared, the two men froze in place. Their anger vanished like mist under the morning sun as they rushed to her side. “Camille, why are you here? Did we wake you?”
Like a fragile bird, Camille nestled into Spencer’s arms. Yet, her slender, well–manicured hand reached out and brushed gently against Magnus’s cheek.
A trace of sorrow clouded her delicate features
“Magnus, it’s not that I don’t want to be close to you Her voice trembled like a fragile thread in the wind. “In my heart, both you and Spencer mean the world to me”
“But I have no child to depend on. I’m not like other women. I can’t have children.”
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“On the night of your wedding. Colette got pregnant with your child. Grandpa has already said the first grandson of the Ferrero family inhent everything “I
“if Colette ever finds out about us as the mother of the heir, she will never let me go.”
Tears slid down Camille’s cheeks, falling like raindrops on pear blossoms, adding a heartbreaking beauty to her sorrow.
Seeing her pitiful, wronged expression, Colette felt a chill crawl down her spine I
A temble premonition coiled around her heart like a venomous snake, tightening with every breath.
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And just
as if the heavens were mocking her, the next scene shattered the last thread of hope in her chest.
Without hesitation, Magnus and Spencer stepped forward, pulling Camille gently into their arms, their voices soft, overflowing with affection, as if cradling a fragile treasure.
Their words, like sharp blades, dipped in honey, sliced through Colette’s heart.
The men she had trusted most, the very ones she had once thought would shield her from every storm, exchanged a knowing glance.
Then, in perfect harmony, their voices rang out, cold, determined, and merciless.
“Don’t worry, Camille. No one will ever hurt you.”}]
“Especially not Colette; we won’t let her threaten your place.”
“We’ll stage an accident, get rid of the baby, and remove her uterus.”
