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    “How can you be so cruel?” Ynda cried, wounded to the core. She spun around to leave. “I’ll call Brendon and have hime and set this straight.”


    The moment Joselyn realized Ynda was serious about calling Brendon, she rushed over—but Ynda was too quick to catch.


    With a deafening m, the door closed.


    Joselyn pounded on it with furious fists.


    “Come out! If you won’t leave, I’ll bring people to throw your things out. Don’t think hiding will save you. If you don’t open this door, I’ll smash it to pieces!”


    She shouted in rage, while Ynda sobbed into the phone, making sure Brendon heard Joselyn’s every venomous word.


    Once she felt certain Brendon had figured out the situation, Ynda drew a deep breath and utched the door.


    But the moment it opened, a sharp pnded across her face. She grabbed her cheek in shock, pain radiating through her as her eyes glittered with malice.


    “You can’t drive me out. I’m not leaving. Brendon and I are legally married, and half of the Dawson estate is mine,” she sneered.


    Her words were meant to provoke Joselyn even further. She stepped forward deliberately.


    As expected, Joselyn snapped and seized her, the two locking into a violent struggle.


    Though Ynda was stronger and could have won easily, she feigned weakness, goading Joselyn again and again.


    Just as she nned, Joselyn’s temper boiled over. In her fury, Joselyn shoved Ynda hard, sending her tumbling.


    Ynda immediately curled in on herself, clutching her stomach as if in agony.


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    “My baby… my baby…” she gasped.


    Her face drained of all color as crimson spread across her light trousers.


    Joselyn froze in horror. “Baby? What baby?”


    She hadn’t known Ynda was pregnant—if she had, she never would haveid a hand on her.


    “This… this is Brendon’s and my first child…” Ynda choked out, fumbling weakly for her phone. “Call an ambnce…”


    Panicked, Joselyn scrambled for her own phone, but her hands trembled so violently that she dropped it.


    The child had to survive—if anything happened, Brendon would never forgive her.


    The first child was always special, especially when it belonged to the woman Brendon loved most.


    Joselyn could already imagine the hatred in his eyes if he found out, certain he would me her.


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