Dominic Thorne’s first love was kidnapped while filming on a remote set and went missing for three terrifying days and nights. Two months later, she stood on a rooftop, crying as she called him, “Dominic, I’m pregnant! The media is tracking me! I don’t want to live!” He rushed to the rooftop and announced to all the media, “The baby is mine.” Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the city’s elite circles. That night, Dominic Thorne knelt before me, his eyes bloodshot, his voice choked with emotion, raw with pain. “Elara, Seraphina Monroe has depression. If I don’t help her, she’ll die! After she safely gives birth, I’ll make it up to you, okay?” I loved him, loved him so much it made me卑微, so I could only grit my teeth and agree. But the next day, the internet exploded with news, and the woman in the blurred photo was clearly me. I trembled as I found Dominic Thorne. He embraced me in agony, “We can’t suppress the news… Elara, you rarely appear in public. We’ll just have to ask you to claim this for now.” He reached out to hold me, but his words sent a chill down my spine. “How about this, you get rid of the baby first. We can have more later.” In that moment, my heart completely died. I wiped away my tears and dialed a long-forgotten number. The call connected, and a man’s deep voice came through with a dangerously low chuckle. “You’ve finally… come to beg me?”
“What did you say?” My voice trembled violently. “Seraphina’s kidnapping can’t be exposed. She just signed a major international brand endorsement. If it comes out, her career will be ruined,” Dominic Thorne’s tone was calm, almost cruel. “But you’re different. You rarely appear in public. As long as you take the blame for this, the public outrage will quickly pass.” I stared intently at the man I had loved for years. “Dominic Thorne, do you know what you’re saying?” “Before, you wanted me to claim paternity for Seraphina Monroe’s baby, and I agreed.” “Now, you want me to admit to being kidnapped and… assaulted for her?!” His voice was low. “Elara, I’m begging you.” “Begging me?” I laughed, but tears streamed down my face. “For her, you want me to ruin my own reputation?” “Seraphina can’t handle this kind of blow. She already has depression,” he said urgently. “But you’re different. You’ve always been strong.” “So I’m just disposable?” I practically hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s not a sacrifice, just a temporary solution.” He paused, his tone softening. “Elara, could you… get rid of the baby first?” My world shattered in an instant. “Dominic Thorne,” my voice was hoarse. “That’s your baby too!!!” “I know!” His voice suddenly became agitated. “But Seraphina can’t handle any stress right now!” My breath hitched for a second. I laughed, tears streaming down my face. “Fine, I agree.” He was about to say something else when his phone suddenly rang. From the other end of the line, I heard a crying sound. “Waaah! Dominic, I had a nightmare! I’m so scared! Will they tell everyone about what happened to me?” Seraphina Monroe’s delicate voice whined. Dominic Thorne’s tone instantly changed. He cooed softly, “Don’t worry, Seraphina, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” The call ended, and he turned and left without a moment’s hesitation. I went to the hospital. The nurse handed me a form, her eyes filled with pity. “Mrs. Thorne, are you sure you want to proceed with the surgery?” I looked down at the paper. Dominic Thorne’s name was already signed. He had already arranged all of this. I nodded numbly. “Yes.” The doctor pushed up her glasses, her voice calm. “Your physical condition is special. This abortion could lead to permanent infertility. Are you sure you want to risk it?” I snapped my head up. “Permanent infertility?” “Yes, your uterine lining is thin. If you force this abortion, it might be very difficult to get pregnant again in the future…” My fingers trembled slightly. Dominic Thorne, you knew about this, and you still want me to abort this baby! All for Seraphina Monroe. I bit my lip so hard until the taste of blood spread in my mouth. Suddenly, a strange flutter came from my abdomen, like a tiny butterfly fluttering its wings a few times. I grabbed the doctor’s wrist. “Stop! I’m not doing it!” The doctor frowned. “Mrs. Thorne, your husband specifically instructed…” “I said I’m not doing it!” I yelled, sitting up from the operating table and tearing off the surgical gown. “I’m keeping this baby!” When I walked out of the hospital, the sunlight was blinding. I opened my phone. The top trending headline boldly read: \#DominicThorneSeraphinaMonroeSweetOutingAtLuxuryBabyStore\# The accompanying photo showed my husband’s hand carefully placed on Seraphina Monroe’s lower back as she gently caressed her visibly rounded belly. The comment section was full of praise: “This is a match made in heaven! A dazzling actress and a prominent mogul from the city’s elite – a perfect couple!” “Seraphina Monroe’s belly is already so big. How can Dominic’s wife still cling to her position?” “I heard that woman got pregnant with a bastard after disappearing for a few days, and Mr. Thorne was kind enough not to divorce her on the spot!” “Who knows if she was really missing or faking it? Maybe she was secretly meeting with another man!” My nails dug deep into my palms, but I felt nothing, only a profound numbness. “Don’t be scared, baby,” I whispered, touching my abdomen. “Mommy will protect you.” I turned and went to a law firm to draft divorce papers.
Back at the mansion, the front door was ajar. Pushing it open, I saw Seraphina Monroe lying on the sofa, Dominic Thorne’s hand resting on her rounded belly. “Dominic, the baby kicked me again!” she cooed, playfully grabbing Dominic Thorne’s hand and pressing it onto her stomach. Dominic Thorne’s face showed a tenderness I had never seen before. “It’s really moving.” I stood in the foyer, my fists clenched. Dominic Thorne saw me, and his expression shifted slightly. He quickly walked over, lowering his voice. “Elara, Seraphina tried to harm herself again today. The doctor said she has prenatal depression. Could you… give us some space?” I scoffed. “This is my home.” “She grew up with me; I can’t just abandon her.” His tone softened. “After she has the baby, I’ll find a way to send her and the child away, let her break into Hollywood.” I said nothing more and turned to go upstairs. Even in the bedroom, I could still hear their laughter. “Oh, the baby kicked me!” Seraphina Monroe’s voice was cloyingly sweet. I curled up on the bed, my tears soaking the pillow. Late at night, Dominic Thorne quietly slipped into bed and embraced me from behind. “Elara, I’m sorry,” his voice was hoarse. “We’ll still have children.” My body stiffened. He still didn’t know that I hadn’t aborted the baby. “Ah—” Seraphina Monroe’s piercing scream suddenly came from the next room. “Don’t touch me! Get away!” “Don’t touch me! Don’t photograph me!” Dominic Thorne shot up, not even bothering with slippers, and rushed out. All night, his gentle, soothing voice echoed in the hallway. In the morning. Dragging my exhausted body downstairs, the scent of frying eggs wafted from the kitchen. Dominic Thorne stood at the stove. Seraphina Monroe stealthily wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back, smiling sweetly. Seeing me, she immediately let go and spoke timidly, “Elara, my head hurts a little. Could Dominic help me get my hat?” Dominic Thorne, without a word, turned and went upstairs. The apology on Seraphina Monroe’s face vanished instantly. She leaned closer to me, a smirk playing on her red lips. “Dominic said the bastard in your belly should never have been kept.” I snapped my head up, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably. She gave a contemptuous smile, lowering her voice. “Do you know the Sterling family? My powerful connections are with them.” She deliberately paused, savoring my rapidly changing expression. “The Sterling family just has to lift a finger, and the entire city would quake. What do you have to fight me with?” I clenched my fists tightly. The Sterling family was a true generational powerhouse, an old money dynasty, controlling a significant portion of the nation’s economy. Forget the Thornes; even all the powerful figures in the city combined were mere ants before the Sterling family. She suddenly stumbled backward, falling to the floor, and shrieked loudly, “Elara! I know you hate me for taking Dominic! I’ll just end it all!” “Elara!” Dominic Thorne rushed downstairs, shoving me violently. I stumbled and crashed into the coffee table, a searing pain shooting through my lower back. He immediately pulled Seraphina Monroe into his arms, his eyes icy and piercing. “What did you do to her? Can you stop acting childishly!” “I didn’t do anything!” My voice trembled. “You better not have!” He hugged Seraphina Monroe tightly and walked out without looking back. “Seraphina, let’s go.” I stood in the living room, my hand unconsciously stroking my lower belly.
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