My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 413

However, Elliot had alrcady slid into his car and closed the door. Hayley hurtled toward him, but just as she was about to reach the door, he backed out of the driveway smoothly and sped off into the night, leaving her shivering in the cold breeze,

The fur coat on het kept her warm, but there was no thawing of the icicles that pierced her heart following his harsh rejection

The courage she had summoned just to go through with the plastic surgery was all for naught; Elliot wasn’t impressed by her new face at all, nor did he glance at it for even longer than a few seconds.

She couldn’t understand why this was happening. He likes the way Anastasia looks, doesn’t he? I’ve had all this work done just to look like her, so why am I still not good enough?

Gritting her teeth, she fished out her phone with a malicious gleam in her eyes and selected the picture she had taken earlier before sending it to Anastasia.

With her chest rising and falling rapidly, she screamed into the night, “If I can’t have you, Elliot, then neither can Anastasia!” She stormed back into the house and plopped down on the couch, grabbing the bottle of wine she had been drinking before Elliot’s arrival, and threw her head back as she gulped down the contents. However, at that moment, her eyes widened when she realized that the wine had lost its familiar tangy fragrance, and it seemed like it had been diluted with water

Hayley stared at the wine in astonishment. Have I left it exposed to the air for too long? She filled half a glass with the wine and drank it, only to find that it was as tasteless as tap water.

hand flew to her throat as her mind scrambled for an answer.

panic seized her, she hurried to the fridge and rummaged the drawer for a handful of cherries. She didn’t bother washing them as she shoved them into her mouth. The sweetness of the cherries, which she was sure she had tasted just the day before, had been severely diluted, barely coating her tongue. It

up the salt and sugar. Having found a bag of salt, she tore it open and

down on the floor and clutched her throat. She couldn’t believe that the plastic surgery had caused her to lose her sense

wasting another second, she dashed out of the house and into the garage, driving over to the

of the last few hours without her phone. Now that she wanted to check the time, she began to search

her to find the phone she had so casually set

living room that she found her phone on the table next to the couch. She sat down to

shock. The text was sent from an unfamiliar number, and the picture that came with it was one of a woman, who bore

left the house earlier. When he said he

at the woman in the picture again. Aside from the strong resemblance they shared, she was a little stunned to see that there was something unnervingly familiar about the

major procedure. It was only normal that Anastasia could not recognize her underneath all that

my number anyway? She even sent me

her phone aside as frustration and anger welled up in her. Just then, she heard the sound of a car, specifically Elliot’s, pulling up