The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 598

Whitney hopped on the bus, snagging a seat by the window. Her eyes drifted to the world outside, but her mind was stuck on her son. She toyed with the idea of quitting her new job, even though it was just her first day. The afternoon had dragged on, each awkward moment making it feel like a lifetime.

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In the cozy confines of Cordelia's bedroom, the day had surrendered to the dusky hues of twilight. Ronan, shirtless, wandered into the en suite bathroom. Cordelia lay still on the bed, a heavy sense of despair weighing her down. But then, a thought struck her—Adrian's fake blood pack.

With a dramatic flourish, she scattered the blood pack's contents beneath her and perched on the bed’s edge, clutching her stomach as if in excruciating pain. Ronan stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes widening at the scene before him. His brow furrowed in confusion. How could this be happening?

"What's going on?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Cordelia glared at him, her eyes full of venom. "I told you, but you wouldn't believe me," she said coldly.

The sheets were stained with red, a shocking and visceral sight. A shiver ran down Ronan's spine. Quickly, he grabbed Cordelia's clothes from the hook, wrapped her up, and carried her downstairs. He placed her gently in the backseat of the car and climbed into the driver's seat, noticing the sweat trickling down his forehead.

He punched the steering wheel, regret flooding his senses. "Take me to Victoria's clinic," Cordelia instructed weakly from the back.

"Alright," Ronan croaked out, his voice hoarse with emotion. After calling Victoria, Cordelia dialed Whitney's number.

"Aunt Whitney, are you home yet? If not, could you please come back? I need to head out urgently, and if you could stay over tonight, that would be great," Cordelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Whitney sensed the frailty in Cordelia's voice and responded with immediate concern, "What's wrong, dear? I'm on my way now."

"It's nothing. Just take care, Aunt Whitney," Cordelia said before ending the call. She closed her eyes, contemplating her next move. Ronan needed to learn his lesson. He always did as he pleased, getting engaged when he wanted, acting without restraint. She felt utterly powerless.

Arriving at Victoria's clinic, Ronan carried Cordelia inside to Victoria's office. Victoria was initially shaken by Cordelia's appearance but quickly directed Ronan to take her into the examination room. As Ronan waited outside, Cordelia's tense expression softened.

"Don't panic. It's all a ruse. I used a blood pack," she confided to Victoria. Victoria exhaled deeply. "My goodness, you scared me half to death. That husband of yours is quite the handful, isn’t he? He just does whatever he pleases without considering the timing."

"Don't remind me. He figured out my fake miscarriage," Cordelia said, frustration evident in her voice.

"How did he catch on?" Victoria asked, genuinely surprised, as she helped Cordelia clean up.

"He saw the crab in the fridge when I asked him to look after my mom. It all fell apart! He knew the miscarriage was fake, so the pregnancy must be too. I had to use the blood pack. His marriage to Petra was a sham, and I had to show him that. If I fail this time, I'll always fail," Cordelia lamented.

"What a marriage you two have, built on nothing but falsehoods," Victoria remarked. The two women busied themselves tidying up Cordelia's appearance, and then Victoria added, "By the way, Samantha's back from England, did you hear?"

Their conversation drifted into the comfort of familiar gossip, easing the tension of the evening.