Mistaken Identity: Dream and Love Consumed by Fire

Three years ago, I rescued the CEO of the Patton Group.

That very night, he appeared at my door with his grandson and proposed marriage.

I'd secretly loved the young man for seven long years, so I accepted it without hesitation.

For three blissful years, Damian Patton showered me with affection so profound it sparked envy in everyone around us.

But the illusion shattered when the Patton family's adopted daughter returned from abroad.

I stumbled upon him cradling her tenderly and whispering words of devotion.

"Grandpa won't hand over the company until Serena gives birth to an heir. But I don't care about inheritance anymore. I want to marry you now."

Harriet Patton's lips curved into a sultry smile. "No rush, darling. I want you to marry me as the rightful heir to the Patton empire. Just promise me you won't fall for her."

His eyes softened. "Seven years ago, you pulled me out of that fire. I swore then to love you forever."

Those words crashed over me like an avalanche, burying my heart under a crushing weight of betrayal.

His love for me had been all a lie.

I was the one who had braved those flames to save him. It was not her.

...

I staggered out of the house, my mind clouded with shock and grief.

After an internal struggle, I called my best friend and terminated my pregnancy in the hospital.

Valerie Clark fumed, gritting her teeth. "That blind, heartless fool! Seven years ago, you threw yourself into that inferno to save his sorry life, burning your arm so badly you gave up your dream of being a pianist. You sacrificed your future, and for what? So, he could fawn over Harriet, treating her like his savior?"

Her voice grew sharper, slicing through my haze. "And he tricked you into getting pregnant, making you believe it was love, when all he wanted was a child to claim his inheritance and marry her. Ugh, it infuriates me! He'd better never learn the truth, or regret will consume him!"

She paused, her tone softening with pity. "I've taken care of your discharge and booked your flight out of this nightmare. The Pattons are powerful, and Damian is no slouch. Are you sure you don't want me by your side for the divorce?"

I forced a pale, bitter smile. "It's fine. You've been my anchor through this storm. I need to handle the divorce alone. The child is gone, and nothing can hold me back now. I can do this."

She pulled me into a tight hug. "Call me anytime. I'll always be your rock."

After she left the room, I pressed a shaking hand to my now-flat abdomen.

Gathering my belongings, I headed out but ran into Damian Patton in the lobby.

In the black coat I had bought him, he looked as sharp as ever.

His hand rested lightly on Harriet Patton's shoulder as he looked at her with such tenderness.

My heart sank. I slowed