Chapter 8
Jeremy’s mother, Kendra Moreau, shared some of his features–and those same eyes now glared at me with pure hatred as she screamed.
“You’re the one who ruined my son!
“You’re a curse!”
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I found out then that Jeremy had been on his way to buy me pastries when a runaway truck hit him.
The doctor said they could save his life, but he might never walk again.
My mind went blank. My legs nearly gave out.
No, this can’t be happening. Not to him.
How could someone as brilliant as him spend his life trapped in a wheelchair?
Later, Kendra asked to meet me alone.
She slapped a check for 800 thousand dollars onto the table, her gaze sharp with resentment.
“Take the money and divorce my son.”
My eyes stung.
“Please, I don’t want anything.
“I really love Jeremy.”
The next second, her palm landed hard across my cheek. Her eyes burned
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with resentment.
“In order to be with you, my son turned his back on his own parents!
“And what happened? Now he’s nearly dead!”
My face stung from the slap, but my chest hurt even more.
In that moment, I threw away every shred of pride and begged her.
“Please, just let me see him.”
Her voice was cold.
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“He’s already been sent to Germany to see the best orthopedic surgeons.
“Eloise, you’re nothing but a burden to him.”
“Eli, do you regret it?”
It had been years since I had told anyone the truth about me and Jeremy.
I never expected the first person to hear it would be Nicolas.
For a moment, I did not even know how to answer.
Maybe leaving back then had been the right thing.
Jeremy had not only regained the ability to stand, but also returned to a family that truly loved him.
He was now the Moreau family’s cherished heir, powerful and respected in New York.
Yet once, we had loved each other so deeply.
And now, all that remained between us was revenge, pain, and
resentment.
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Nicolas reached across the table, taking my hand in his.
His palm was warm, as if trying to pass some of his strength to me.
“No matter what happens, I’ll help you.”
I froze for a second, then quietly pulled my hand away.
“Thank you, Nick.”
Just then, my phone vibrated violently.
I picked up to hear a nurse’s panicked
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“Ms. Lennox! Mr. Moreau suddenly broke in and took Gaspy away!‘
A chill shot through me.
My fingers fumbled so badly I almost dialed the wrong number for Jeremy.
“What are you trying to do?” I demanded.
His voice was like ice, each word cutting into me.
“Astoria Residences 501. You’ve got 30 minutes.”
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My heart dropped. Astoria Residences 501 was the place we had bought for our marriage.
Without even saying goodbye to Nicolas, I bolted out the door and raced
over.
The narrow corridor outside was crowded with tall bodyguards in black
suits.
The moment I stepped inside, a stack of photos hit me square in the face.
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