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

should have

loathing had followed Dahlia from pregnancy to birth... and through Sandy's seventh year.

always wished Sandy would

was truly afraid

dragged on as doctors fought to

rushed forward. "How is my daughter? Is she going to be

Dahlia looked up at the

sorry. We did

tone was

tried all night, but nothing could stabilize her

There was nothing more they

we could"-which meant Sandy

doctor's white coat, her voice ragged and furious. "What kind of doctor are you? Can't you even treat a fever? You call

if anything happens to my daughter, I'll make you

me? Go! There must be something left to try-she's not gone

to the doctor's coat, ramming her wheelchair

doctor finally

you'd brought

do you think

miracle workers?"

ten minutes earlier, maybe

are healers,

they would never

was furious-she could have been saved, if not for

He shoved Dahlia away.

"Useless!" Dahlia spat.

specialist he was! Clearly, the doctor was incompetent-it couldn't

her phone, ready to call Charles. Charles could always

she remembered: Charles had blocked her number. She couldn't

came out and said, "Go

her, thrusting out a hand. "Let me borrow your phone-I need

had been there