The Jilted Heiress And Her Spectacular Comeback

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it up with an instant message.

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chat window that Jairo had carelessly left running in the

, intimate promises, a secret

ness necessity." He promised Alyssia that as soon as the company

nausea churning in her stomach. The man she had loved for eight years, the man she had abandoned her f

t log. It was a photo. Alyssia, smiling softly

had been last week fo

found Alyssia's social media profile. It was private, but the prof

s saved credentials. His a

of images and video

vestment. There she was, wearing the watch Denice had picked out for Jairo's thirtieth birthday

a knife, twisti

location was unmistakable. It was t

wearing nothing but his white dress shirt, her legs swinging

laying with blocks on the floor. He loo

Daddy?" Alyssia's v

shook, but his happy cry was perfectly clear. "

oice filled with the certainty of

mmed the l

echoed in the

athroom. She fell to her knees on the cold marble floor,

streaked with tears she hadn't realized she was crying. The last trace of

d, she was the villain standing

the bathroom counter

baby? Get some

obscene, so disgusting, she

, wiping the tears from her face.

ned her clothes, and wa

simply returned the laptop to its sle

lyssia's social media page, digging deeper, past the public facade. Inside a private ph

s clearly visible. He was smiling, his eyes a deep

tal. A DNA paternity test. She zoomed in on the results. Probabilit

d. Her lungs finally expanded as she drew in

ey. He had stolen her life. And