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My Ex Stole My Mom's Heart, So I Married A Billionaire Doctor
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I’ve had severe claustrophobia since I was a child. Yet, Carter locked me inside a Ferris wheel cabin and left me there for an entire night. The temperature plummeted between day and night. I almos...
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第1章
I’ve had severe claustrophobia since I was a child. Yet, Carter locked me inside a Ferris wheel cabin and left me there for an entire night.
The temperature plummeted between day and night. I almost went into shock from severe hypothermia.
It was only the next morning that Carter finally showed up, dragging Jasmine along to offer a half-hearted apology.
"I'm so sorry, Stella. Jasmine had a sudden car accident last night. I couldn't just leave her alone."
Jasmine stepped forward, grabbing my hand with a fake, childish pout.
"Please don't be mad at Carter, Stella. The sports car he bought me had a sudden brake failure. I accidentally hit someone and killed them. That's why we got delayed and couldn't make it back to get you down."
My phone vibrated. I unlocked it. The top text preview read:
*“Stella, my sweet girl... I don't think Mom will ever see you again.”*
My heart seized violently. A dark, terrifying realization washed over me.
I dialed her number back immediately, but no one answered.
In my sheer panic, my phone's battery died and the screen went black.
At that moment, I forgot all about my anger toward Carter. I grabbed his arm, begging to use his phone. "Carter, let me use your phone. I need to call my mom!"
To my disbelief, he yanked his arm back and refused.
"Your mom isn't glued to her phone 24/7 waiting for your call, Stella. Stop being so dramatic."
"Let's go home. We need to have a serious talk about us."
With that, Carter turned around and walked away, side-by-side with Jasmine.
It was as if I didn't even exist.
As they walked, Jasmine turned her head and flashed me a cold, mocking smirk. A shiver ran down my spine.
The dread in my chest grew heavier. Did something really happen to my mom?
What did that text message mean?
Jasmine claimed she was suffering from "post-traumatic stress" from the accident and was too terrified to go back to her own place.
Of course, Carter was the perfect gentleman. He brought Jasmine right into the apartment we shared and let her stay.
Over the years, Jasmine had always been a constant shadow in our relationship.
She was the heiress of a wealthy family, yet she insisted on chasing a middle-class guy like Carter.
And Carter did everything to please her. Even though he knew she was filthy rich, he drained his savings to buy her a sports car.
Meanwhile, I didn't even have a decent scooter.
Jasmine casually threw my belongings out of the guest room onto the floor.
"Stella, babe, I'm a total germaphobe. Do you mind moving your stuff somewhere else?"
My anxiety was already at its peak, and her attitude made me snap.
"If you're such a germaphobe, why are you still drooling over Carter? I've touched every single inch of his body."
"Don't you find him dirty?"
Jasmine’s face turned red with anger. She stomped her foot and ran straight into the study to cry to Carter.
I didn't care. I rushed to plug my phone into the charger.
The moment it powered on, I called my mom again and again. Just like this morning, it went straight to voicemail.
I couldn't stay here for another second. I had to go home.
I pulled out a suitcase and began packing the clothes Jasmine had thrown onto the floor.
Since she wanted Carter so badly, I was done. I was letting him go.
Carter walked out of the study just as I was zipping up my bag.
His face darkened, and he aggressively snatched the suitcase from my hands.
"Can you have some self-respect for once? Packing up and threatening to leave every time we have a fight—do you really think I'll keep begging you to stay?"
"Stop throwing tantrums, Stella."
"And I heard what you said to Jasmine. You know she’s sensitive. Why do you have to pick on a younger girl?"
He unzipped the suitcase and dumped my clothes back onto the floor.
I looked at him, completely lost. If he loved Jasmine so much, why wouldn't he just let me go?
"Carter, look at yourself. You care about Jasmine way more than you care about me."
"Let's just call it quits before we make the mistake of getting married."
"I need to go home and check on my mom. I don't have time for your games."
But I didn't manage to leave. Carter took my ID and my phone, lock, stock, and barrel.
Then, he began his usual routine—apologizing, begging for forgiveness. Every time he hurt me because of Jasmine, he would beg. And if I didn't forgive him, he would always find a way to make me pay.
Feeling completely defeated, I collapsed onto the couch.
Jasmine made two cups of coffee. She handed one to Carter, sipping the other.
The two of them sat on the balcony, chatting as if I weren't even in the room.
Jasmine chuckled.
"The person I ran over last night was so fragile. Just a tiny bump and bam—dead."
"Fortunately, my dad's lawyers found out she was some distant relative from the countryside. We paid off her family with some cash, and the police wrapped it up."
Carter took a sip of his coffee, looking at Jasmine with pure adoration.
"She was in her late fifties anyway. It was her time. It wasn't your fault, Jasmine. She probably wasn't looking where she was going."
My blood ran cold. A human life meant absolutely nothing to them.
Carter, have you forgotten who you used to be?
You used to cry over a stray dog on the street and bring it home.
While I was lost in my thoughts, Jasmine spoke again.
"But get this—isn't it crazy? The dead woman's heart was a perfect match for my dad's."
"So they did an emergency transplant. My dad got her heart."
"Honestly, though, it's kind of gross. She was so poor and dirty. I hope my dad's body doesn't reject her cheap heart."
I couldn't listen to another word. I got up and locked myself in the bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I used an iPad to send Carter a Snapchat message.
*"We're done. Whether you agree to it or not, there's nothing left between us."*
Carter didn't reply. He and Jasmine kept laughing on the balcony, talking about how "thrilling" their night had been.
A few minutes later, my iPad buzzed. I thought it was my mom, but it was a message from Jasmine.
*"You've been listening this whole time, Stella. Aren't you sad?"*
*"The woman who died... was your precious mom."*
*"You really are heartless."*
第2章
My brain went entirely blank. My first instinct was to run out and scream at Jasmine.
But when I opened the door, she was already in bed.
Carter was just coming out of the guest room. I tried to push past him, but he grabbed me tightly, shoving me back.
"What is wrong with you now? I just got Jasmine to sleep. Don't go in there and wake her up!"
That night, we had the biggest fight of our lives. I screamed, asking him why he always put Jasmine first.
He yelled back, accusing me of being insecure and insanely jealous.
Finally, he sneered, "Jasmine is sweet and innocent. Unlike you, Stella. You're calculated, bitter, and exhausting."
I stopped fighting.
A sickening thought hit me. Carter knew. He knew about my mom, and he was helping Jasmine cover it up.
After the screaming died down, Carter threw my ID back at me.
"Stella, realistically, do you think you can find anyone better than me?"
"I've never judged you for your poor background. You should be grateful."
I burst into a laugh—a laugh that quickly turned into tears.
Standing a few feet away from him, I whispered, "My mom is dead, isn't she? And you knew about it all along."
He turned to look at me, his expression suddenly blank.
"What did you say? I was on my phone. I didn't hear you."
"Anyway, have you calmed down? Are you staying?"
I spent the rest of the night on the couch.
From the bedroom, I could hear Carter and Jasmine giggling.
They slept in the same bed right in front of me, all because Jasmine was "scared of the dark" and Carter "had to comfort her."
I realized then that being strong gets a woman nowhere. It only gives men an excuse not to care.
At dawn, I got on a Greyhound bus back to my hometown.
But the house was empty. My mom’s wardrobe was completely cleaned out.
Desperate, I checked our Ring camera footage on my phone.
The footage showed my mom leaving with her suitcase two days ago.
I remembered her calling me a few weeks ago, saying she wanted to come to the city to visit me.
I had told her no, saying I would come pick her up during my next vacation. She must have decided to surprise me.
Was the woman Jasmine hit really my mom? How could it be such a coincidence?
My mom had never met Jasmine. How did Jasmine know she was my mother?
第3章
Back in the city, I ran to every single hospital. Finally, at a high-end private medical center, I found a lead.
A woman victims of a severe car accident had indeed been brought in two nights ago. But her body had been quickly taken away by the Qiao Group.
The hospital itself was owned by Jasmine’s family.
I collapsed onto the steps outside the hospital, watching the busy streets. The crushing weight of helplessness suffocated me.
My mom died without getting to see me one last time. She died with me on her mind.
And I had missed her.
When I got back to the apartment, only Jasmine was there.
I marched up to her, demanding answers.
"Jasmine, you knew she was my mom from the very beginning, didn't you?"
"Why did you do it? Where is her body?!"
Jasmine was painting her nails, her usual sweet, innocent act completely gone.
"Where do you think? Probably in some stray dog's stomach by now."
I clenched my fists, my body shaking with rage.
"Murderers go to jail, Jasmine. Aren't you afraid of karma?"
Jasmine looked up, meeting my eyes with a smirk.
"Lower your voice, babe. We wouldn't want Carter to hear you. In his eyes, I'm just a harmless little bunny."
"Look, don't be so dramatic. I can write you a check for five million dollars. I know you poor people love money."
"But on one condition—take the money and leave Carter forever, okay?"
The rage that had been building up inside me for days exploded. Looking at her smug, disgusting face, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face as hard as I could.
*SLAP!*
A bright red handprint appeared on her cheek.
Jasmine’s eyes flared with anger, but in the next second, she forced tears into her eyes and threw herself onto the floor.
Because the front door was opening. Carter was home.
Jasmine sobbed hysterically on the floor.
"Carter! Stella slapped me! She called me a homewrecker and a whore!"
"Nobody has ever treated me like this..."
Carter’s eyes turned bloodshot. He didn't even take off his shoes before rushing over to me.
"Don't worry, Jasmine. I'll handle this."
He glared at me with absolute hatred.
"Stella, are you actively trying to test my limits?"
*SMACK!*
A brutal slap landed on my face. Carter's blow was ten times harder than the one I gave Jasmine.
I lost my balance and crashed hard onto the floor.
The back of my head struck the sharp corner of the coffee table. A sharp, blinding pain shot through my skull.
Tears streamed down my face. "Carter... you idiot... Jasmine is a murderer! She killed my—"
Before I could finish, Carter kicked me hard in the stomach.
I doubled over, the pain forcing the rest of my words back down my throat.
Carter seemed to realize he had gone too far. Seeing me curled up on the floor in agony, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. He knelt down to help me up.
But Jasmine let out a dramatic groan.
"Oh, Carter... my stomach hurts so bad..."
"Take me to the ER, please!"
Without a second thought, Carter left me on the floor and carried Jasmine out.
The disappointment was crippling. Even after everything, my heart still ached.
Ultimately, it was a kind neighbor passing by who found me and called an ambulance.
At the hospital, the doctor gave me the news: I was pregnant. With triplets.
I didn't hesitate. "I want to schedule an abortion."
In the office, the doctor stopped typing on his keyboard. He looked up at me.
"Triplets, Stella. Are you sure you want to do this?"
My voice was flat. "They’re coming at the worst possible time."
"Just get rid of them."
The doctor’s hands froze over the keyboard.
"What if I told you... I want them?"
I froze. When I first walked into the clinic, I hadn't realized the doctor on duty was Julian Vance. If I had known, I would have canceled the appointment.
But he was the only specialist available.
Julian was my childhood friend. After I started dating Carter, I had cut off all contact with him.
Even though he used to text me to check on me, I had never replied.
"Keep them, Stella. An abortion will ruin your body," he said softly, his eyes filled with concern.
...
For the next week, Carter never came back to the apartment. He only sent a text saying Jasmine was traumatized by the "incident" and he was taking her on a trip to Hawaii to recover.
I didn't waste any time. During that week, Julian and I made a decision. We set a date to get married.
The day before Carter was scheduled to return, I moved all my things out.
The evening before my wedding, Carter finally called me.
"Stella, it's time to come home. I'll take you to the Ferris wheel tonight. Just you and me."
How pathetic, Carter. I'm about to get married, and only now do you remember me?
"Sorry, Carter. I'm getting married tomorrow. My fiancé wouldn't appreciate me meeting up with my ex."
Carter’s mind went blank. He yelled into the phone, "Stella! What the hell are you talking about?! I'm not even there! Who are you marrying?!"
I hung up on him.
Since I was already breaking his heart, I figured I might as well shatter it completely.
I sent him the audio recordings of Jasmine boasting about the murder, along with screenshots of her text messages.
Within minutes, my phone blew up with dozens of Snapchats.
*“Stella, please! Wait for me! You can't marry him!”*
*“Stella, there must be a misunderstanding. Please, just wait for me. I'm begging you...”*