Chapter 15
Carrie was forcibly taken to have the pregnancy terminated, and while she was still weak and recovering, she got dumped in a psychiatric facility.
She lay on the hospital bed like a broken doll, pale as death like someone had completely drained the life out of her
Quentin appeared at her bedside and slammed all the evidence right in her face.
Did you really think you could pull all this shit without anyone finding out?“]]
You even used your own fucking son as a tool–you’re the most twisted mother I’ve ever seen!”
Carrie looked at the photos and documents scattered around her, her face going ghost–white. She knew her whole sick game had been exposed.
Her lips trembled as she tried to explain, but she had absolutely nothing to say.
Quentin stared down at her with ice in his eyes: “Carrie, I gave you so many chances to come clean, but you just kept digging yourself deeper
“You’re never seeing Carter again. Hope you enjoy rotting in this place for the rest of your miserable life.“]]
Carrie watched Quentin’s retreating figure, her heart burning with hatred.
She hated how cold Quentin could be just yesterday he was sweet–talking her, and now he was destroying her life.[]
She hated how useless Carter was–her own son couldn’t even save her!]]
But most of all, she hated Jessica. Why did that bitch get everything while she ended up with nothing?
But now, she was completely powerless to fight back.
The hell she was living in at the psychiatric hospital was worse than anything she’d imagined.]
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, Jessica was in some castle in London, resignedly feeding Betty’s son his dinner.[]
“Aunt Jess is the best! Did Mommy and Daddy abandon me?”
Nosh had been playing in the rain yesterday despite the storm, and of course he’d spiked a fever that night
And naturally, Betty had taken off with her husband William bright and early this moming, dumping the sick kid on Jessica.
Jessica was doing her best to take care of Nosh while trying to comfort him: “Your parents didn’t abandon you, they’re just… they’re Just…“]
Just what? Jessica couldn’t come up with a good excuse.
Thankfully, Nosh was a sweet kid. Even though he was bummed out, he obediently ate his food.
Jessica looked at his innocent little face, feeling a warmth in her chest ||
Even though her own life was a complete disaster, having Nosh around was some kind of comfort.
After taking his medicine, Nosh fell into a deep sleep
Jessica finally relaxed, sining by his bed and watching his flushed and feverish face with concern.
For some reason, Jessica suddenly thought about Carter.
That day at the hospital, Carter had looked just as miserable.
Wayne had said Carter got sick because he wasn’t being taken care of properly.[]
But Jessica clearly remembered that night–it hadn’t rained in New York. So how the hell had Carter caught a cold?
Unless…
Carrie had deliberately made him sick, then rished him to the hospital to get Quentin’s sympathy
The thought made Jessica feel absolutely sick []
Carrie had actually used her own child as a manipulation tactic. The sheer cruelty of it made her skin crawl.
She’d been in England for over a month now, and even though she wasn’t actively following the news from home, stories about the Atlante family kept trending on social media–she couldn’t avoid them if she tried.
The birthday party had been a complete disaster, Carter’s legitimacy was being questioned, and Atlante Corporation was in complete. chaos.
Quentin had been crucified in the press for cheating. If he hadn’t spent years building up his devoted husband image, he would’ve just been another rich playboy scandal.[]
But because he’d supposedly loved Jessica for so long, only to cheat and have a secret child, his reputation had completely imploded.
And Quentin had shown zero mercy when dealing with Carrie
Someone at the hospital had spotted Quentin forcing a woman to get an abortion, and then the woman had a mental breakdown and been committed to a psychiatric facility.
News that could have easily been buried was now plastered all over social media, which meant Quentin had definitely authorized it.
He wanted her to see it, to know he’d fucked up and was trying to make things right
But what was the fucking point?]]
Jessica let out a bitter laugh, her eyes completely lifeless.
The damage was already done. No amount of making up could fix what had been broken []
All she wanted now was to stay in England and try to heal herself.
Jessica leaned against the window, watching the sunset paint the sky in dark colors. Her gaze drifted to the castle entrance, where a familiar figure was standing.
Quentin Adante? He’d actually tracked her down here!
