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.

all traced

never should

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

Sandy

truly afraid

on as doctors fought to

heavy hospital door swung open. Dahlia rushed forward.

Haggard and pale, Dahlia looked up at the doctor, her

We did

doctor's tone

night, but nothing

infection had spread. There was

heard the words "we did everything we could"-which meant Sandy was beyond saving.

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,

treating her! Do you hear me? Go! There must be something left

She clung to the doctor's coat, ramming

finally snapped,

you'd

do you think

miracle workers?"

come just ten minutes earlier,

are healers, not

hope, they would

saved, if

He shoved Dahlia away.

"Useless!" Dahlia spat.

was! Clearly, the doctor was incompetent-it couldn't be that

herself as she pulled out her phone, ready to call Charles. Charles

over the screen-then she remembered: Charles

and said, "Go in and say your

ignored her, thrusting out a hand. "Let me

had been