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.

on his phone,

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

trouble. Better to end his ability to

place. Sensing the imminent danger, Waldo pleaded desperately, “Honey, please! I’m your husband! If you do this, you’re ruining things for

floor, couldn’t move. Despair washed over her. She had planned to marry Waldo before. Hadn’t he said he was single? Who

content at

fading, and life itself seemed meaningless to her at that

raising her foot to deliver

satisfied that Gracie had learned her lesson, stepped out from the crowd and summoned the doctors

cool sensation on her

to cover herself, but she was too weak

retrieved Gracie’s 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

was afraid that the humiliating scene at the hospital would spread like wildfire