The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1292:

“Honey, I swear I won’t do it again! Please, we’re in public—have some mercy; leave me some dignity!” Waldo begged through his cries.

But Dorsey’s eyes burned with loathing. “Make sure he can’t father any more children!”

Rising from Gracie’s abdomen, she slammed down repeatedly, blood pooling beneath Gracie, who was too weak to beg anymore. Still unsatisfied, Dorsey began tearing at Gracie’s clothes.

“You shameless bitch! I’ll show you what happens when you seduce another woman’s husband.”

“It’s not my fault—Waldo pursued me!” Gracie protested faintly.

Dorsey scoffed, unconvinced. “Save your lies. You’re both to blame.”

She ripped Gracie’s clothes further, exposing her ample chest.

he filmed the scene on his phone, zooming in on the

fury on him. Curled up on the floor, Waldo shielded himself with his arms, a familiar stance

up trouble. Better to end

danger, Waldo pleaded desperately, “Honey, please! I’m your husband! If you do this, you’re ruining things for yourself, too. We’re married—don’t do this. I swear

washed over her. She had planned to marry Waldo before. Hadn’t he said he was single? Who was this woman claiming to

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life itself seemed meaningless to her

raising her foot to deliver a brutal stomp

her lesson, stepped out from the

a cool sensation on her chest and saw Brenna standing

she tried to cover herself, but she was too weak to

hat from the floor and draped it over her chest. “Don’t worry; you’ll pull through.” As Brenna spoke, the medical staff tried to whisk Gracie

that the humiliating scene at the hospital would