Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 3 I opened it. The first page was a timeline. Seven years ago: Archer's first business trip to Seattle. Six years ago: Ivy's bank account received a transfer from Archer. Memo: Living expenses. Same year: Felicity was born. Birth certificate listed no father, but the emergency contact was Archer's number. Four years ago... Three years ago... Two years ago... Multiple trips to Seattle every year. Every trip matched up with spending records and transfers to Ivy. Archer and I got married six years ago. Poppy is five. Felicity is six.

Turned out while I thought we were building a future together, he'd already started another family. My phone buzzed again. Another message from Trey: [Trey: Ms. Gardner, found something else. The night you had complications during delivery, Mr. Hayes was at Ivy's birthday party.] I stared at the words until everything around me went silent I remembered every detail of that night. Sixteen hours of labor. Fetal distress. Emergency C-section. Before they put me under, the doctor handed me a consent form. My hand shook so badly I could barely sign.

"Where's my husband?" I forced the words out through clenched teeth. 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 16.5% The nurse looked at me with pity. "Mr. Hayes had an emergency at work. He'll be here soon." As I faded under the anesthesia, barely conscious from the pain, I kept thinking: When he gets here, I'm going to yell at him so bad. When I woke up, Archer was kneeling by my bed, eyes bloodshot, gripping my hand. "I'm so sorry, Sloane. I'm the worst. I'm so sorry..." He slapped himself across the face, hard. The nurses had to pull him away. I'd felt bad for him.

I'd comforted him instead. "It's okay. Poppy and I are fine, aren't we?" He'd said, "I'll never do this again. I swear. I'll never leave you alone like that again." Now I knew the truth. "Mama?" Poppy's voice drifted from her room, sleepy and small. I snapped back to reality. My hands were shaking. I almost dropped my phone. Poppy sat up, rubbing her eyes. "I had a bad dream..." "It's okay, sweetheart. Mama's here." I slipped my phone into my pocket, got out of bed, and scooped her into my arms, carrying her back to her room.

"Want Mama to tell you a story?" "Yes, Mama!" She was warm and soft, smelling faintly of lavender. This was the child I'd nearly died bringing into the world. The most precious thing in my life. And her father wanted to use her body to save another child Rage coiled around my heart like poison ivy, tightening until I could barely breathe. When I returned to the master bedroom, Archer was already asleep. I climbed into bed and stared at his face. My hand lifted. 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 16.7% Then- Crack. The slap echoed through the silent room.

Archer jolted awake, clutching his cheek. "What the hell?!" I stared at my hand, then at the red mark blooming across his cheek, and slowly let a smile spread across my face. "There was a mosquito on your face. Guess I forgot to go easy" He blinked at me for a few seconds, his expression shifting from shock to confusion to resignation. "You've gotten so careless lately." He lay back down and pulled me into his arms. I went stiff as he wrapped himself around me. The smell of him made my stomach turn. "Go to sleep," he mumbled, and within seconds, he was out cold.

I stared at the ceiling until sunrise. By the time morning light flooded the dining room, Archer was already dressed for the day. rolled through his phone with one hand, sipping coffee with the other, his brow slightly furrowed. I's wrong?" I set down a plate of eggs, keeping my voice casual. "The hospital called." He put down his phone, expression serious: "They said something came up on Poppy's test results. They want us to bring her back in today for a follow-up.' I knew exactly what was happening, but I made my face go tight with worry. "What came up?

Is it serious?" "Probably nothing." He walked over and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly: "Just routine follow-up stuff. Doesn't your dad need you at the office for that meeting? I'll take Poppy." "But-" "1 "Relax." He kissed my forehead. "She's my daughter. You think I wouldn't take care of her?" The irony of that sentence. I nodded, swallowing a bitter laugh. "Okay. Call me if anything comes up." 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 16.9% Wheit he left with Poppy, she turned and waved at me. "Bye Mama!" "Bye, sweetheart." I smiled back.

The second the door clicked shut, the smile vanished. I grabbed my phone, made a quick call to my dad, then slipped out the door behind them. (0) 19 (0) 12.39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 17.1% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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