Chapter 1
I’ve been the woman in Vincent Blackwood’s bed for years–the heir to the Blackwood fortune.
But I’ve always known–I was just a stand in for his one true love.
Now I’m three months pregnant, and when I told him I didn’t want an abortion, he poured the pills down my throat himself.
He smiled gently, coaxing me, “Be good. Pregnancy will ruin your body.”
“You won’t look like her anymore.”
Because if I stopped looking like Evelyn Clarke, I wasn’t good enough to stay by his side.
Then I got a second chance.
Back on the day he proposed, I didn’t hesitate–I ripped off the ring and threw it into the Atlantic.
“Congrats, Vincent. Hope you and Evelyn stay madly in love and pop out a kid real soon.”
Later, we locked eyes again–in a psych ward.
And this time, the man beside me scoffed, “Your ex–wife? She’s fine. Now she’s mine.”
Everyone in the Hamptons knows I’m just the stand–in for Vincent Blackwood’s lost love.
If Evelyn Clarke ever came back, I’d be out the door without question.
They were both into street racing.
One crash, one twist of fate–Evelyn happened to pass by, pulled him out of a burning car.
Vincent fell hard. Obsessively.
But Evelyn?
She didn’t care for commitment or kids.
Barely stayed in the Hamptons before vanishing again on her next big adventure.
That was when Vincent went off the rails.
And that’s when he met me–on a setup date.
Somehow, I reminded him of her.
We kept this twisted arrangement going for three whole years.
Everyone thought Vincent Blackwood had finally settled down.
But I knew better.
I was just a shadow. A placeholder.
And now? Evelyn Clarke was coming back.
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Whoops! My Revenge Plan To Trash EX Worked Too Well!
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Chapter 1
Time for me to disappear.
When I flew back to the Hamptons, he wasn’t at the airport.
He didn’t even text.
My stomach twisted the whole way home–1 needed to know why.
When I opened the door to our house, there she was.
Sitting on Vincent’s lap, both of them wrapped in one jacket.
His ears were flushed red. I’d never seen him look so soft and boyish.
It stabbed me straight through the chest.
But I didn’t even have the right to ask questions.
So I smiled. Bitter and bright.
wwwwwww
“What, the great Hamptons heir gone broke? Can’t even afford two coats anymore?”
Vincent looked up–was that guilt in his eyes? Or shock?
“Lila… why are you here?”
I blinked, confused.
“I texted you yesterday. You promised to pick me up.”
He reached for his phone, but Evelyn stood and chimed in sweetly, “Oh, that’s
“I saw the message and replied, totally forgot to tell Vincent.”
She hooked her arm through his and leaned in like she owned him.
“Babe, remember? Last night you had to take me out for a drive.”
‘You were so into it, you forgot everything else–even your phone.”
Vincent didn’t say a word. Just smiled, dazed.
Evelyn turned toward me, lips curled in that perfect fake sympathy.
“You’re home safe now, Lila. That’s all that matters.”
“Don’t blame Vincent–this is all on me.”
Son me!”
“You know how spoiled he is.”
“He’s used to being waited on hand and foot. Checking his phone is beneath him.”
Vincent shuffled forward and tried to soften the mood.
“I wasn’t always this useless.”
“But someone came back and made me feel so damn guilty, she won’t even let me get my feet wet anymore.”
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