Unforgivable
Chapter 1
Last time around, my husband’s secret kid
got hit with acute leukemia. Bone marrow
transplant time, and he sneaks her off for the
- op.
Her heart craps out mid–surgery. Dead on the
table at four years old.
I get to the hospital, and it’s my little girl’s
ice–cold body I’m looking at.
My husband just rolls his eyes at my tears.
“She wasn’t going to last anyway. If her
marrow helps someone, good for her. Karma,
right? Maybe she’ll get a better life next
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I wanted to rip his face off.
He shoves me away, kicks me.
“It’s your fault, you useless mom! Can’t even
give her a healthy body. You’re both cursed!”
I’d had enough. I grabbed him, and we went
out the window, sixteen stories down.
I wake up, back on my engagement day. I call
my dad, right then and there.
“Dad, I’m not marrying Scott. Switch the
business deal to his brother, please.”
Let’s see how Scott and that tramp handle
things without me.
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I hung up, still shaking. My daughter’s cold
く
skin burned into my memory. Sixteen stories.
Then, boom, I’m back in the bridal suite.
The party hasn’t even started yet. I pull myself
together, grab my dress, and get out of that
room.
As soon as I’m out, I hear them.
“Scott, it’s your engagement party. This isn’t
right. Miranda’s right next door.”
Scott’s voice is all rough, post–sex.
“It’s fine. She’s desperate to marry me. She’s
probably sitting pretty waiting. She can’t hear
us.”
“And if it wasn’t for her grandad wanting this
business merger, I would never even look at
her. You see her? Always acting high and
mighty. It gets on my nerves.”
I clench my fists. I want to tear him apart.
He’s right. We’re getting married because our
grandads wanted it, it was a business deal.
I wasn’t in love with him. And last time, I just
waited in the bridal suite for the party. I didn’t
see this.
Miranda’s voice is soft and sweet.
“Scott, don’t talk like that. Her mom died
young, and her dad is always out. No one
taught her how to act…‘
That’s it. I kick the door open.
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I’m still hurting about my daughter. And they
dare talk about my mom?
They jump up on the couch, fixing their
clothes.
Miranda looks angry as soon as she sees me.
“Chelsea, what the hell! What are you doing
here?”
I slap her across the face.
“It’s my wedding. What are you doing?
Getting it on with my fiancé on the couch?
Miranda tries to hit me back, but I grab her
wrist. I use my other hand to grab her hair.
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Because of her, my daughter died to give
Miranda’s daughter bone marrow on that
operating table.
But before I can get in a second hit, Scott
kicks me, hard.
“Chelsea, what the hell is wrong with you?!
You can’t hit her! Do you know who she is?”
I crash back on the coffee table. I feel the
pain shoot through my body, and I can’t stand
- up.
The door swings open, and security guards
flood in.
Before I can say anything, Scott yells.
“Miranda is a Jones! You know the Jones
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family? Those are billionaires!”
I look at Scott through the pain. He’s holding
Miranda, looking at her red cheek with
concern.
I smirk.
“She’s a Jones? When did my dad have
another kid?
“Scott, wanna guess why my last name is
Jones?”
