Husband and Brother Bet Millions on My Baby’s Father

The moment I hung up, a message from Kizzie popped up.

[Kelsey, you better show up! I’ve prepared a special gift just for you!]

A four-person party photoshoot! It’s going to be the grand finale at the auction! Full HD, crystal clear~]

Then, one after another, she sent dozens of my photos. My phone started ringing nonstop, the sound sharp and relentless, like a death knell.

My hands trembled. I dropped the phone and with it, my heart crashed to the floor.

The divorce papers that had just given me courage? Shattered. I had been so naive. I thought getting rid of the baby, wiping away the past, would mean it was all over.

But it wasn’t.

Keon, Kizzie and those two men—they would never let me go. They would drag me down, haunt me, remind me every second that there was no escape.

I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe. I sank to my knees, scrambling for my phone, my fingers slipping as I dialed my parents.

The moment I heard their familiar, warm voices, asking if I was eating well, dressing warmly, if I was doing okay, I broke down completely.

Through uncontrollable sobs, I told them everything. Every last, horrifying detail.

In the end, I begged desperately, “Mom, Dad… can I get a divorce now? Please! I don’t want to be with him anymore!”

After my parents heard the news, I could feel their trembling breath over the phone.

“Kelsey, I’m so sorry. A driver will pick you up tonight and take you home. We’ll take care of everything. Get some rest and everything will be okay.”

Keon's driver arrived first and I handed him a file to take over.

I then got into the car to head home, but the blaring ringtone wouldn’t stop.

Keon’s name was flashing on the screen, vibrating non-stop. I turned the phone off, yanked the SIM card out and threw it out of the window.

By the time the event was almost over, I still hadn’t arrived and Keon’s expression grew darker. It wasn’t until much later that his assistant brought the file.

“Half a day gone and all we get is a piece of paper?”

The assistant lowered his head. “Yes… yes, sir. The lady said this contains what she wanted. She asked you to keep an eye on it and she’ll be here later.”

Keon’s lips curled into a playful smirk as his long fingers slowly opened the file. The five large words that greeted him made the smile freeze on his face.

“Divorce Agreement.”

At the same time, the auctioneer hammered down, “Next up is the final item in today’s auction...”