My Comatose Wife Woke Up Pregnant Chapter 07

My Comatose Wife Woke Up Pregnant Chapter 07 The Heir Behind the Mask

revelation struck the ballroom like an explosion.

Every guest began talking at once.

“Did I hear that right? Julian is the Prescott heir? The family worth more than two hundred billion dollars?”

“That can’t be true. Everyone knows only the old patriarch is left. His son and daughter–in–law were murdered more than twenty years ago.”

“You’re missing part of the story. The couple had a two–year–old son who vanished without a trace.”

“Then Julian really could be that child.”

“No way! That pathetic cuckold can’t be the Prescott heir. I’ll never believe it.”

“Why would those lawyers lie in front of this many police officers?”

Vivian had no doubt that I was the missing Prescott heir.

She remembered how every attempt to secure our marriage license had failed three years earlier.

I had told her my grandfather was interfering behind the scenes.

She had barely believed me then. Now she did.

Her thoughts spun out of control.

How had I suddenly become a Prescott? What was she supposed to do now?

Mason looked equally stunned.

He had even forgotten the police were there for him.

His denial came out almost hysterical.

“No. That’s impossible!

“How could that loser be the heir to the Prescott family? Why him?

“He hired all of you to act in some ridiculous show. How much did he pay you?”

The officers answered by fastening handcuffs around his wrists.

Mason fell apart.

“I’m not going to the station! It was a joke. I only played a joke on Julian. You can’t arrest me for that!

“Let me go!”

He twisted toward Vivian for help.

“Vivian, do something!

han loves you more than anyone. Put in a word for me. He’ll forgive me if you ask!

“Why the hell are you just standing there?”

Vivian looked at the frantic man and smiled with bitter contempt.

“You’re a liar and a monster, Mason.

“I will never ask Julian to spare you.

“You love stealing what belongs to him, don’t you? Go ahead. Steal his place as the Prescott heir.”

Mason’s face collapsed.

He began screaming like a madman.

“So what if Julian is a Prescott? I still took his woman!

“I will never divorce you, Vivian. You have no future with him now. You’ll never become Mrs. Prescott. Never!”

The police dragged Mason away.

Vivian was taken to the station to give a statement.

The moment she left, she went to a hospital and terminated the pregnancy.

“Ms. Monroe, are you certain you want to proceed?” the doctor asked as part of the required consent

process.

She answered without hesitation.

“That child was conceived through betrayal. I won’t give birth to him.”

Weak and hollow, she returned to the home we had shared.

When she arrived, panic seized her. The locks had been changed.

She pressed the doorbell again and again until a strange man finally opened it.

“This is my house. What are you doing here? Who changed the locks?”

He tossed a suitcase at her feet.

“Mr. Prescott sold me the property at a discount. Your belongings are in there. Take them and go.”

Vivian stared at the suitcase, her voice trembling.

“That can’t be everything. I had closets full of dresses and clothes.”

The man shrugged.

“Mr. Prescott said he paid for those, so I could throw them away.

is is all you own. Take it or leave it. I don’t care.”

He slammed the door in her face.

Vivian stood outside, staring blankly at the suitcase.

How could Julian sell the house without telling her?.

What was Julian planning to do?