The Heiress' Secret: Ex-Husband, Meet The Real Me

Deanna Carter said, her voic

om had passed, yet she still hadn't been ab

the air, a wave of anguished sobs

Susan Dixon wailed before

us. Relatives rushed forward, their cries and murmured attempts at co

hollowed h

leaning over Gillian. His hands clutched the sides of the gurney, and his e

he gurney as it disappea

ulders heavy from the endless hours at the operating table. People hurrie

ervants parted like she carried a pla

broom from a nearby butler and swung it sharply ag

a's calf, carving a stinging

're here is because Gillian's health is fragile and you happen to be the doctor with the right blood type. You're nothing bu

a scornful spit, barely

in the Dixon family well enough. To them, she was nothing b

e house who felt the need

she was too tired to care. Quietly, she

dy wrung out. Donating blood for Gillian during the

nto the bed when rough h

headboard with a d

w Connor's face twisted above her. Tears stung her eyes. "Connor,

u did your best? What about the last checkup? You told me nothing was wro

o meet his stare, eyes glassy with hurt

heart, barely able to walk witho

ing until Gillian was healthy enough to live like everyone

pt for that one sudden heart attack during her

eck-up on Gillian-every result came back perfect.

. Gillian was rushed to the hospital with severe abdominal pain,

ghting to save both mother and child, and even givin

art she had nothin

lieve a word of it. His

xplain Gillian waking up in tears, claiming you gave h

"I never did anything like th

her closer, eyes full of accusati

on right there, unwilling t

n fragile, and carrying a chi

h further weakened, the chances of ev

that child, and now those dreams were dust. For

d more than once, and every time she came to, her first c

room, the Dixon family surrounded h

hard shove struc

ady itself, and she crashed to her k

ut a sharp kick landed against her back. Whipping around in ang

caught. "

ue, the harsh overhead lights outlining every edge of h

oked down at her, the kind of look one would giv

ing for Gillian, three years of hoping her devotion would

m the bedside, her voice shaking with hatred. "A cruel woma

in her hand. It shattered across the floor, and

ollapsing into Judie's arms, sobbing so

n against Judie's shoulder, Gillian's eyes gleamed

f you give me a little time, I'll find out exactly what happened." Still kneeling, Deanna stead

liberate fragility. "Deanna, what are you trying to say? That I would hurt my own child? It was my baby. My only chance at becoming a mother

tears from her lashes before glanc

the table, making the room

lay of innocence. "I drank what you gave me, Deanna. So why did you still go after my baby? Hurt me if you want, punish me if it makes you feel be

heartbreaking, yet her gaze kept flicking towa

on her cane and rage

curl of Gillian's lip

to Judie's arms, as if grief had

e crashing down

ce sent her stumbling forward with

al edge of the hospital bed, a sicke

head, warm blood slipping between h

te yourself entirely to looking after Gillian. You owe her a

ke a heavy blow, leaving

edicine has been my entire life. I won't throw away my career for anyone. And I did everything in my power to save the baby.

time slamming it against Deanna's arm. "Connor, look at the woman y

that froze her in place. "You have two choices. Quit the hospital and spend the rest of