Chapter 820
Kelly’s phone slipped from her trembling hand and crashed to the floor.
Her mind was consumed by a single thought, ‘It’s over. Completely over.
She’d been exposed.
In a panic, she scrambled to pick up her phone.
“Carter, listen to me! I never meant to deceive you. I… I just loved you too much… Please, don’t be angry with me, alright?”
“Loved me too much?” Carter cut her off with a sharp, derisive laugh. “You call destroying my marriage, kidnapping my son, and trying to kill my wife love? If that’s your version of love, Kelly, then it’s nothing short of monstrous.”
“No… no, it’s not like that… Carter, please, just listen-”
But Carter had no patience left.
His voice was flat and merciless.
“Return everything you stole from Sharon. As for the kidnapping and that deliberate car crash, I’ll report both to the police. Whether she chooses to forgive you or not is her decision, not mine.”
“Carter!” Kelly tried desperately to salvage the conversation, but the line went dead. He’d already hung up.
She tried calling back, only to be met with a cold, automated tone: The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.
Anxiety consumed her, clawing at her chest like fire.
Now that Carter knew the truth, he would never protect her again. Those trending scandals-he wouldn’t cover them up this
time.
What should she do? What could she do?
Just then, her phone rang again.
It was Nate.
Her stomach twisted. Was he calling to condemn her too?
After a brief hesitation, she answered.
“Nate…”
On the other end, his voice was filled with shock.
“Kelly, so you’re not sick after all?”
The revelation came so suddenly, she hadn’t even prepared a plausible excuse.
“Nate, I-”
Before she could say more, Nate interrupted, his tone bright with relief.
“Kelly, you don’t have a terminal illness? That’s wonderful!”
Kelly froze. She had braced herself for anger, for blame-yet instead, he sounded overjoyed.
Of course. Someone who truly cared for her wouldn’t be furious to learn she wasn’t dying. They’d be grateful and happy.
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Chapter 820
Nate’s voice softened with guilt.
“Kelly, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ve worried about you for so long. But no matter what, as long as you’re well, that’s all that matters. Gimme a moment. I’ll call Carter right away and tell him the good news.”
Panic surged through her.
“Nate, don’t call him. Carter… already knows.”
Nate faltered. “He does? Then… what did he say? Was he surprised?”
Kelly’s voice trembled, thick with sorrow.
“No. He wasn’t surprised. He was angry. He said I deceived him. He wants to take back everything he ever gave me… and even send me to prison.”
Her words barely faded when the doorbell chimed.
“Someone’s at the door,” she told Nate hurriedly. “Talk later.”
Hanging up, she rose to answer it.
Standing outside was Simon, flanked by several men.
He greeted her with a polite smile.
“Miss Walt, I’ve been sent by Mr. Biggs to repossess this villa and your studio.”
Glancing at his watch, Simon added evenly, “I’ll allow you thirty minutes to pack your belongings. After that, the movers will arrive to clear everything out.”
Kelly’s expression stiffened. “But… Carter gave me this villa!”
Simon’s manner remained impeccably respectful.

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