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,

him. Curled up on

always stirring up trouble. Better to end his

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

move. Despair washed over her. She had planned to marry Waldo before. Hadn’t he

content at

her strength fading, and life

forward, raising her foot to deliver

had learned her lesson, stepped out

cool sensation on her chest and saw Brenna

she tried to cover herself, but she was too weak

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

the hospital would spread like wildfire