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Chapter 8
“A D&C procedure?” Nelson’s deep voice carried a hint of suspicion.
The doctor explained, “It could have been for something like uterine fibroids. Procedures like that
aren’t uncommon.”
Nelson’s reply was ice–cold. “Remove Jessie’s uterus. Show it to Lila. Her eyes are already swollen
from crying she can’t keep this up. Get it done as soon as possible.”
“The anesthesia needs about an hour before we can operate,” the doctor said cautiously.
Nelson’s tone sharpened, impatient. “She’s already unconscious. Cut her open now.”
A tear slid from the corner of Jessie’s eye.
He was taking her uterus–just so Lila would stop crying.
The surgery went ahead. Jessie hemorrhaged badly.
When she woke again, two days had passed.
Nelson stood over her, his gaze cold. “You’re awake.”
Her throat was parched; she hadn’t even spoken before he said, “You lost a dangerous amount of blood. Lila gave you hers. Jessie, you owe her. Understand?”
Across the room, Lila was peeling an orange, her voice demure and sweet.
“Nelson, I never said Ms. Hale had to thank me. I know you care about her. I don’t mind giving half of my blood to save her. Even if it took all of it, I’d still do it.”
It was a perfect performance.
Then Nelson delivered the final blow.
“What you owe Lila, you’ll repay–with your place in my life.”
Jessie looked at him, and for the first time, there was no light left in her eyes.
She forced herself upright, ignoring the sharp pain in her abdomen.
Nelson moved in instantly, grabbing her wrist hard.
“What are you doing? You’ve never cared about my life–or Lila’s! Jessie, you owe us!”
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Her face was pale, but her voice was steady.
“Nelson… do I really owe you anything?” she asked, a bitter curve touching her lips.
Across the room, Lila’s eyes brimmed with tears.
“Nelson, I don’t want anything. I just want you and Ms. Hale to be okay. I… I can live without ever
seeing you again.”
With that, she collapsed.
Nelson immediately released Jessie and rushed to catch Lila, gathering her into his arms. His glare was full of fury.
“Jessie, not everyone will indulge you. Lila gave you her blood, then stayed here, caring for you without leaving your side, terrified you might never wake up. We’ve done nothing to wrong you. You should be grateful. And now that your grandfather’s gone, you have no family left in Silverpine.”
In that moment, Jessie realized just how wrong she had been to stay all those years ago instead of going abroad with her parents.
Nelson carried Lila out of the room, leaving Jessie alone.
She pushed through the pain, left the hospital, and checked her phone. A flood of messages from
her lawyer lit up the screen.
[Ms. Hale, the other buyers have arrived in Silverpine. They’re ready to sign the contracts.]
Jessie went straight to the law office. She finalized the sale of the last half of the Hale property.
The holdings Nelson had given her–she already had a buyer in mind. Nelson’s greatest rival,
Charles Holland.
She sent him a message:
[Prepare three billion dollars. I’m selling you all my holdings in the Voss Group.]
His reply was one word:
[Done.]
At first, Jessie had intended to return the holdings to Nelson. Even with the affair, she’d thought to leave them both some dignity. But after everything… dignity was no longer on the table.
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She would destroy the Voss Group–just as Nelson had destroyed her. Completely.
From the sidewalk, she looked up at the massive LED screen on the shopping center across the street. Nelson’s face filled the display, his voice rich with staged sincerity.
“Apologies for the misunderstanding. The rumors about Jessie and me being married have been false all these years. Seven years ago, I married Lila Mercer. I only asked my stepsister Jessie to help me protect my wife, which led to those rumors. I’m here to correct the record–my wife has always been, and will always be, Lila Mercer.‘
