My Husband Timetravelled from 5 Years Later to Force an ABORTION—So I Ruined His Entire Family Chapter 03

My Husband Timetravelled from 5 Years Later to Force an ABORTION—So I Ruined His Entire Family Chapter 03

“Ethan, please take me home.”

I sent the message. After what felt like forever, the harsh screech of brakes rang out sharply beneath the private clinic.

he door to the hospital suite crashed open with a loud bang. A tall, imposing figure strode inside, radiating pure fury. It was Ethan Moore, my older brother, the undisputed top figure of Newport’s elite circle.

When he saw me lying limp on the hospital bed, completely drained of color, his perpetually cold, sharp eyes instantly blazed red with fury.

“Who did this?!”

He ground his teeth, his fury barely contained, and wrapped his warm custom coat tightly around me.

I leaned against his broad, steady shoulder as silent tears fell. “Just take me away first, Ethan.”

As Ethan carefully carried me to his black Maybach, my cracked phone buzzed.

It was a post from Aiden Cole on social media.

The photo showed several large black trash bags dumped carelessly beside a damp, filthy dumpster. The caption was brutally cold: [Out with the old and in with the new. Nothing can stop me from chasing the one who’s truly right for me.]

I stared at the screen, my heart clenching with pain.

Those bags held everything from our life together—all the household items, every gift I had saved up to buy him. But what filled me with utter rage was the rusty metal cage sitting next to the trash.

Inside, My three-year-old golden retriever, Pudding, cowered and shivered amid the wind and rain.

He didn’t even let an innocent animal off the hook!

My whole body shook. With trembling hands, I dialed an old friend.

“Leo, I’m begging you. Could you head over to the Sycamore Lane Dump Site and get Pudding for me?”

A long silence followed. After nearly half a minute, Leo spoke in a low voice, sounding terrified, as if I were a plague.

“Evelyn, I’m doing this one last favor for you, for our old friendship.”

“Aiden Cole made it clear in our group chat. Anyone who helps you is going against the Cole family.”

“He’s pulled strings to make sure you can’t make a living anywhere in this city.”

” Don’t reach out to me anymore. The Coles are way too powerful for me to cross.”

The line went dead with a cold beep.

A moment later, a notification popped up on my phone—a payment transfer. It was from Mrs. Bennett, the owner of the café where I had worked while hiding my real identity. She had sent me exactly three months’ wages.

[Evelyn, take the money. My small business can’t afford to keep you on staff any longer.

You’ve rubbed a very powerful person the wrong way. I’ve got a family to support, so don’t come to work tomorrow.]

Within mere minutes, the arrogant Aiden Cole had shut every door for me across the entire city.

I clutched my cracked phone until my knuckles turned white.

Aiden Cole, you are ruthless. Do you really think you can just use me and toss me aside?

The Maybach glided smoothly into Newport’s most exclusive upscale hilltop residential enclave and stopped in front of the Moore family mansion. Roy Voss, the family’s longtime butler, had been waiting. When he saw Ethan carry me out of the car, his white hair trembled, and tears filled his eyes.

“Ms. Moore, you’ve suffered so much.”

I sank into a plush velvet sofa and drank the warm nourishing broth Roy brought me. Slowly, warmth returned to my cold limbs.

I lifted my head. The gentle, timid look I had worn for the past three years was gone.

“Roy.”

“Yes, Ms. Moore?”

“Send word to everyone in Newport’s high society. Tell them the Moore family is hosting a charity gala next week.”

I paused, a cold, venomous smile curling at my lips.

“Make sure every single person in the circle gets an invitation. Especially the Coles. Deliver one personally to Mr. Aiden Cole.”

“Let them know that the Moore family’s mysterious only daughter will make her official public debut that night.”

Roy’s expression turned serious. He bowed. “Right away, Ms. Moore.”

I turned to look at the withered blossoms torn down by the storm outside, pressing my fingernails hard into my palms.

Aiden Cole. You fell for that supposed noble “Moore heiress” at a charity gala. You killed your own child for the woman you call your true love.

Fine.

I’ll give you exactly what you want. I’ll let you meet your true love.