The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 530

She could fool around with Wesley behind Charles's back, but under no circumstances could she risk getting pregnant.

If she got pregnant, and Charles hadn't touched her, there'd be no way to hide what happened with Wesley.

So, this baby simply couldn't be kept.

But Wesley found out. He usually did whatever she wanted, but on this-he put his foot down, hard. He was adamant: she had to keep the baby.

She didn't dare go head-to-head with Wesley. If she really pushed him, he'd blow everything up, drag her down with him, and tell Charles everything. That would be the end of her.

So, she could only play along, promising Wesley she'd have the baby.

She couldn't get rid of it.

But she couldn't let Charles find out, either.

The only solution was to get Charles to sleep with her-make the baby his.

Once that idea took hold, Dahlia began plotting for their anniversary. She set the scene, planned every detail, determined to make Charles hers.

But things didn't work out. In the end, it was Evelyn who got lucky.

Left with no other option, Dahlia pretended she'd been assaulted, giving her unborn child a "legitimate" explanation.

All for the sake of Sandy.

Dahlia had worried herself sick over this, especially since this wasn't the child she'd wanted.

What she truly longed for was Charles's baby.

Deep down, Dahlia resented Sandy. If it hadn't been for her, Dahlia never would have done something so reckless on her nineteenth birthday never would have tried to drug Charles.

If not for that, Charles would never have slept with Evelyn.

Evelyn wouldn't have gotten pregnant with Charlie, that wretched brat, and stolen the one thing Dahlia wanted most.

traced back to

never should have been

pregnancy to birth... and

Sandy would just

was truly afraid Sandy

on as doctors

the heavy hospital door swung open. Dahlia rushed forward. "How is my daughter? Is she

Haggard and pale, Dahlia looked up at the doctor, her bloodshot eyes shining with

sorry. We did

doctor's tone was

but nothing could

had spread. There was

heard the words "we did everything we could"-which

seized her. She lost control, grabbing the doctor's white coat, her voice ragged and furious. "What kind of doctor are you? Can't

to my daughter,

hear me? Go! There

clung to the doctor's coat, ramming her wheelchair against

doctor finally snapped,

you'd brought

what do

miracle workers?"

earlier, maybe they

healers, not

hope, they

could have been saved, if not for her mother's

He shoved Dahlia away.

"Useless!" Dahlia spat.

the doctor was

what Dahlia told herself as she pulled out her phone, ready to call Charles. Charles could always find

Charles had blocked her number.

said, "Go in and say

thrusting out a hand. "Let me

had been there