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.

throat as her mind scrambled for an answer. What’s happening?

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

it open and shoveled a handful of it into her mouth. The saltiness

let out a frantic shriek. Then, she crouched down on the floor and clutched her throat. She couldn’t

she dashed out of the house and into the

the last few

a while for her to find the phone she had so casually set aside

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

in shock. The text was sent from an unfamiliar number, and the picture that came with it was

he left the house earlier. When he said he was heading

the strong resemblance they shared, she was a little stunned

had gone under the knife. More importantly, it had been a major procedure. It was only normal that Anastasia could not recognize her underneath all that make-up and

number anyway? She even sent me this picture to

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