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Chapter 629
Chapter 629:
It was a small expression, barely a movement of her lips, and it contained no warmth. No pity. Only the cold assessment of a scientist examining a failed experiment.
“Your child,” she said. Each word landed with the precision of a blade. “There is no child, Alycia. There is only you. Your lies. Your desperation. Your pathetic attempt to trap a man who despises you p>
Alycia’s mask slipped — less than a second, a flash of pure hatred and calculation, the absolute absence of anything maternal or vulnerable. Then it was back. The tears flowed more freely. The hand on her stomach moved in small, protective circles.
“You’re wrong,” Alycia sobbed. “I’m pregnant. I can prove it p>
𝘚h𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘺𝗈𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝗵𝗼𝘶𝗀h𝗍s оո
“How?” June’s voice cut through the night. “With another forged document? Another bribed technician? Another fantasy constructed because reality is too painful to bear p>
Alycia stepped forward, her movements jerky and uncontrolled, the performance of a woman pushed to the edge of reason.
“Don’t come near me!” she screamed. The sound was theatrical, designed to carry through the curtains and into the ballroom beyond. “Stay back! Don’t hurt my baby p>
She threw herself backward.
The terrace steps were three feet behind her — shallow, stone, leading down to the garden. She had calculated the fall carefully. Enough to bruise, enough to bleed, enough to create the image of violence without risking serious injury. Enough to make June Erickson the monster who had attacked a pregnant woman.
She fell.
Her body arched, arms windmilling, mouth already opening to scream —
Her hand caught the railing.
Instinct. The body’s betrayal. Her fingers closed around the stone and broke her momentum, leaving her sprawled in an awkward heap rather than the graceful collapse she had rehearsed.
She lay there, the breath knocked from her lungs, her dress twisted around her thighs, her carefully constructed scenario in ruins.
June had not moved a single step. She stood exactly where she had been, arms still crossed, expression unchanged.
She raised her left wrist. The Apple Watch glowed in the darkness.
“This watch has been recording, Alycia,” she said, her voice almost pleasant. “Every word. The recording is already somewhere you will never find it. Now the world will know exactly what kind of liar you are p>
She tapped the screen. The red waveform pulsed, steady and strong.
“There is no security camera on this terrace,” she continued. “The Astor family values privacy too highly. But sound travels. Sound remembers.” She tilted her head, studying the woman on the ground as one might study an insect pinned to a board. “Every word you said. Every threat you manufactured. The exact distance between us when you decided to throw yourself down those stairs p>
Alycia’s mouth opened. No sound came out.