Scars of Betrayal, Sisters' New Power

hose to prioritize a staged emergency from his manipulative adopted sist

e heard his voice, calm and soothing, telling Holly everything was fine. When

y warned us about," he sai

ve another. Jayde's hands, the hands of a brilliant concert pianist, were permanently cr

in my own body, a cold resolve solidified within me. They thought they

pte

to ignore my pleas, prioritizing a staged em

sister, Jayde, a brilliant concert pianist, married his younger brother, Elliott. We were the envy of our social circle, living in gilded cages, believing ou

re. Jayson had been distant, preoccupied with some vague family crisis involving Holly. He always was, whe

ones buzzed constantly with the usual social pleasantries, but a sense of unease settled over me. Jayson had been unreachable for hours, and my calls went straight to voicem

e world

out. My blood ran cold. This wasn't a random mugging. Their eyes, even thr

voice a gravelly whisper. "Time f

Nothing. Just the hollow ring, then voicemail. My heart slammed against my ribs. Jayde, stronger and quicker, had tried to

ce raw with terror, a plea torn from my

hone. He held it up, displaying Jayson's contact. "They're not answ

knew about Holly. He knew about Jayson and Elliott's complete p

ely going to my swelling belly. "Don't

respect. And your husbands... they've forgotten whe

ft a message, a desperate cry for help, for him, for our child. I told him we were bei

was no

reaction' is more important than his own flesh and blood?" He pressed a sharp obj

tory for them, not really. It was about us, about Jayson and Elliott' s neglect. Someone h

the men was twisting her hands, her beautiful, artistic hands.

rocity I didn't know I possessed. "Please! Just

dy sent. But we can make it clearer." He pressed harder ag

able agony. I screamed, a long, piercing sound that tore from my core.

ning. The pain was too much. The loss was too much. I was drowning in i

Jayde. Her face was bruised and streaked with tears, her

r voice hoarse, broken.

em the flow of blood, her ruined hands shaki

, the word tasting like

l. She fumbled for her own phone. "Elliott!

olly, darling, just breathe. We're here. Everything's fine." And Elliott's, equa

and agony. "You fools! Your wives are dying! Kaitl

Is this some kind of sick joke? Holly just had a severe anaph

own her face. "Kaitlin's having a miscarriage! My hands are

han ever. "You're lying. You're both always so dramatic. This is exa

ure of disbelief and utter desolation. "He

y. My beautiful, innocent baby. They had le

anned the empty street, her eyes wide with desperation. She tried calling eme

oked, my voice weak

aged to drag me, inch by painful inch, down the alley. Every jostle sent fresh waves of agony throu

lingered, a r

ghts flashing, turned into our street. Relief, so potent it made me dizzy,

sterile white walls, the insistent beeping of

voice soft but firm. "We did everything

from my lungs. My baby was gone. The future I had envisioned, th

f the trauma, Mrs. Morgan... it's highly unlikely

sanctuary, was now a tomb. Jayson's heir. The future of the Morg

holding her fingers rigid. The doctor had been equally grim with her.

ured from her soul, was broken. And it was because Jayde, despite her own

osed to protect us, had abandoned us. They had chosen Holly's lie over our lives, over their own children, over eve

ptiness in my own body, a new, cold resolve began to solidify within me. This wasn'