Unmasking the Heiress

However, Julia on her own was powerless. What could she do without the shadowy backers who made it a breeze for her to strike at Evangeline's unborn child without anyone catching on? Evangeline was seething with hate. She hated that Walter had let a predator into their lives, hated that she was not strong enough to protect her own baby.

"Who else could it be but Julia, your devoted girlfriend?" she spat out. "Walter, I've told you over and over, and I've told her too. Why can't you two just leave my child alone?"

The miscarriage was tragic, not so much for the physical toll it took on her, but for the tiny life within her that had begun to stir, then never to see the light of day.

"Evangeline, I... I had no idea..."

Evangeline's revelation blindsided Walter.

Since Julia's daring escape from that forsaken warehouse, Walter's crew had not caught even a whisper of her whereabouts.

As for Julia's motives? He was clueless.

Still...

"How could I ever harm my own child?"

"I get it, you wouldn't. But you've got to face the music, Walter. This child is gone because of you. If you hadn't been so wrapped up with Julia, if you hadn't caught her eye, none of this-this mess-would've happened." Evangeline inhaled sharply.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from going off on Walter, to not lose it and lash out at the man who had no business being a father.

However, she held back.

She was the cherished princess of the illustrious Foster family, a lineage of prestige and privilege.

Once upon a time, Evangeline had sacrificed her pride and the Foster family's honor for Walter, letting him trample it all underfoot without a

second thought.

She would not-could not let history repeat itself. No matter how furious she felt, she remained the Foster family's unrivaled princess. "No way!"

Walter's voice cracked through the silence as if he just had a lightning bolt of a thought.

"How can you be so certain it's Julia? Got any proof? What if it's not her..."

What if it was not Julia? What if someone else was behind the harm that came to a child of two people? Would Evangeline ease up on the blame she placed on herself even just a bit? en

Walter was freaking out.

He looked into Evangeline's eyes, so calm and indifferent, like a still pond, and he was a mess, clueless about what to do next.

Evangeline was the only one who could throw him into that kind of tailspin.

It was only because of Evangeline that he was babbling like a fool, his words tumbling out without a lick of logicall to find some way to make her hate him a little less...

Sadly, his words backfired big time. To Evangeline, Walter's panic painted a whole different picture.

Was he that desperate to make excuses for Julia, to the point of making no sense at all? Was Julia that big of a deal to him?

It felt like a punch to Evangeline's heart, but then, like a cruel slideshow, the images of Walter and Julia cozying up on a big bed flashed through her mind.

The truth was right there, and she had been a fool, seeing it all and still holding onto a silly hope for something more with Walter...