Chapter 6
She stammered to me, “Claire, I… I was wrong. Please be generous and forgive-”
Before she could finish, a hand delivered a sharp slap across her face.
The security guard’s strength was considerable; her cheek instantly swelled red.
But Hudson wasn’t satisfied. Looking at my swollen ankle, he suddenly stood up.
And stomped on her injured ankle.
Ahhhhh!!!
Harper let out an ear–piercing scream, writhing on the floor in agony.
I watched silently, without a trace of pity.
She cried uncontrollably, her puffy eyes filled with hatred.
“I’m need to walk the runway later! You’re so cruel–you’ve ruined my ankle! You bitch, I won’t let this go!”
I nearly laughed:
“You won’t be walking any runway. This show is mine.”
Harper looked bewildered, eyes widening as she repeated, “What?”
Seeing her dumbfounded expression, my lips curved into a cruel smile.
“Not only are you out of today’s show, but you’ll never get another opportunity. I’ll release a statement about your professional conduct and moral character. With your behavior, your career is over.”
Harper sat motionless, as if her soul had left her body.
Suddenly, she started laughing hysterically. Driven nearly insane by my threat, she immediately attacked from another angle.
“Claire, don’t think you’re so great just because you have a career and a rich husband now. The man and son you loved most still love me more than you. You’re just damaged goods–always the one who gets abandoned!”
The man and son I loved most?
I couldn’t help but laugh, but before I could speak, the door swung open.
My daughter Sophia’s chubby little body flew into my arms.
I was thankful I’d fixed my appearance, sparing her from seeing any signs of the confrontation.
“Is this your daughter?”
Harper bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
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tragic smile crossed her face as her voice trembled: “You keep having children, while the only child I ever had was killed because of you!”
I covered my daughter’s ears and handed her to Hudson.
He stroked my face, signaling he’d leave this for me to handle, then carried our daughter out.
I walked up to Harper and asked calmly:
“Are you so certain your child was lost because of me?”
Harper clenched her jaw, glaring at me.
“Who else could it be? Three days after divorcing you, James discovered you were gone and started searching everywhere for you. He didn’t come home for a week, insisting something terrible had happened to you. Tyler even posted missing person notices. I was furious and tried to drag them home, but neither listened to me. I got so angry that… I lost the baby.”
She covered her face, sobbing. Even after all these years, the pain of losing her child still tormented her.
But she was blaming the wrong person.
“That child was never meant to survive,” I said.
Harper’s head snapped up, her voice shrill: “You’re lying! Still cursing me even now? You’ll pay for this!”
I remained unmoved, my voice distant:
“You still don’t know about James’s low sperm count, do you? His sperm quality is poor. The pregnancy was never viable.”
As I finished speaking, Harper seemed to lose her voice.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
Her eyes went vacant, then suddenly, as if remembering something, she began coughing violently.
“Cough–cough–cough-”
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