Attorney Vance managed to legally secure my original gynecological records before Christian’s team could alter the files. The official paperwork revealed unauthorized medical consultations, duplicate prescriptions, and large secret payments made by Christian’s staff directly to Dr. Lawson.
One afternoon, Gabriel walked into my quiet recovery room with a deeply disturbed look on his face.
“We finally tracked down the deleted text exchanges between Christian and the doctor,” Gabriel stated somberly as he handed me a stack of papers.
“We must prevent another pregnancy at all costs before the public wedding occurs,” one message read clearly.
“Make sure to lower her daily dosage because she is already asking suspicious questions about her constant dizziness,” another message detailed.
“Her ongoing suspicion will not matter in the long run because her permanent reproductive damage is already done,” the doctor had callously replied.
My trembling hands froze as I read those horrific words over and over.
Those documents proved that my painful miscarriages were neither an unpredictable tragedy nor the result of a weak body.
They had been deliberately caused by the man who promised to protect me.
To make matters worse, Attorney Vance pointed out a final text message sent just two days before my attack.
“Make the assault look like the reckless work of an obsessed fanatic, target only her face, and ensure you do not kill her,” the order stated.
The text was sent directly to Christian’s personal assistant, whom the police were already actively searching for across state lines.
I foolishly assumed that I finally comprehended the full extent of the nightmare.
Attorney Vance closed her thick case folder and looked at me with grave seriousness.
“No, Genevieve, this dark discovery merely scratch the surface of how this conspiracy began,” Attorney Vance explained calmly. “What we are uncovering about the wedding finances, Sabrina, and his offshore accounts will completely destroy everything Christian built.”
At that exact second, my private cell phone began to ring from an unknown telephone number.
I pressed the receiver to my ear without saying a word.
“Genevieve, I am fully aware that you are awake and hiding from me,” Christian said coldly over the line.
Before I could even process his creepy tone, he uttered a threatening sentence that proved he knew we had uncovered his darkest secrets.
